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Good day! I just wanted to ask, as I'm working with a few friends to make characters for this RP - can a family of Earthbending farmers join The Rising? And, additionally, can said farmers own an ostrich horse and wagon to be used as a means of transportation?
yay!
Leonerdo said
It's just a suit to be worn into the arena. It's skin-tight. It probably won't look like a suit of armor. Much of it has kevlar, has padding in certain places, and not as much reinforcement where the joints are.
Ah, but I believe there have been specific changes to each suit depending on the powers of the individual? Jackalyn would need the extra armour if she's going to be making things explode, otherwise the shrapnel will tear her into little bite-sized pieces if she messes up. And she's probably going to mess up a lot. A helmet would be nice too (I notice that someone had a gas mask or similar?) to avoid any brain damage.
It's not -meant- to be horrifically overpowered, it's meant to stop Jackalyn from getting killed by her own power. If the suit's covered the entire body and involves a helmet then it'll be okay, but from what I see it's a bit more like a wetsuit than some proper armour.
Eep...is anyone still here?
This was a lovely RP, but since Grimm has disappeared I fear for its progress. I'll still be around but I am looking into a different Bleach RP, which you can find here if you're interested.
I'll be using Hioshimi for squad 13's captain, and look forward to perhaps bumping into familiar faces over there!
This was a lovely RP, but since Grimm has disappeared I fear for its progress. I'll still be around but I am looking into a different Bleach RP, which you can find here if you're interested.
I'll be using Hioshimi for squad 13's captain, and look forward to perhaps bumping into familiar faces over there!
Can I reserve 13 squad captain? Looks interesting!
Is it possible to use old chareacters for this RP? Names and all? I have a good shinigami for kido power...
Is it possible to use old chareacters for this RP? Names and all? I have a good shinigami for kido power...
So, just to be sure, the combat suit looks different for each person? Can I use something like http://www.deviantart.com/art/Armour-200846621 for jackal?
Also, in terms of the training room, will there be any objects to use in there? Jackal will be useless if there's nothing to blow up.
Also, in terms of the training room, will there be any objects to use in there? Jackal will be useless if there's nothing to blow up.
Oh my, training class has begun...but I don't want to just bother Sylvia. xD Anyone want to pair up and do a collab through PMs?
Mr Allen J said
Anyways, classes are about to start soon. So try to wrap up any interaction.
Posted for you! I'm hoping Sylvia gets the last word, because when Jackal wants to make a friend (which is rare in and of itself) she generally keeps trying until the very last minute. So it's easier to incorporate showing Jackal to the classrooms or whatever than asking her another question at the end of your post, else it'll keep going on, and on... xD
Jackalyn Walker
Jackalyn collapsed into a sitting position beside Sylvia, glaring out to the other students with her back hunched, shoulders drawn in, and holding her blackened fingertips with her other hand whilst a sheet of fiery red hair fell to the side, obscuring her view. This position also made little work of her low-cut vest top, revealing a fair bit of her (admittedly small) assets to the world; not like Jackalyn seemed to care that much, or have the body language of someone who'll accept that kind of crap.
In fact, her body language was really speaking for her. The hunched shoulders, withdrawn position...without Jackalyn really noticing it, she was subconsciously giving out a sulky, angry mood just in the way she sat. Not to mention the fact she wasn't looking at people, but glaring at them - eyebrows creased, lifted lip in a snarl - it looked like she was actively trying to push people away.
And yet, when she turned to look at Sylvia, she stopped glaring and surveyed her with a calculating gaze and a little twitch of the mouth to what would be a smile if it kept on that face of hers long enough. She seemed determined to make at least one friend. At the very least. Then she could go back to being shy by flipping the middle finger at everyone else, but just this one time, Jackalyn had to make a friend who wasn't related to her.
Seemingly, Jackalyn picked up on the subtle hint that Sylvia was playing nice too; she swore every other sentence (Jackal couldn't figure out whether or not that was just her attitude, or her upbringing) but her words were friendly and at least her body language wasn't the dictionary definition of 'go shove your face in a blender instead of talking to me'. This was a good thing. Jackal managed to figure out a few years back that it's easier making pals with someone who either has to be your friend or wants to be your friend, and from the look of it, Sylvia sat in both categories.
When she asked for a more detailed introduction, Jackalyn froze up for a minute. Well, better to say the truth than lying, right? It's going to pop up eventually, and if she makes fun of it, Jackalyn will just kick her teeth in and request for a new roomie...
"Jackalyn Walker," replied Jackal with a bit of a strain on her voice - it was as if she was forcing the full name out. "I-...I live in a small log cabin right on the base of the Rockies, and most of the people I met were at least a decade older than me." she continued, looking away from Sylvia, folding her arms protectively, physically drawing herself in, her body language becoming simultaneously more scared and more hostile by the minute.
"And this is my first day in school. Any school. Ever."
Jackalyn stole a glance up at Sylvia hopefully, flashing a nervous grin as the realisation tumbled right down upon her like a pile of bricks with nails stuck to them. This was her first day of school. Everyone else was probably way smarter than her, knew all the cool TV shows, fashion, celebrities and all Jackal could talk about were her brothers, her exercise routine, what books she reads and how she once wrestled a bear into submission, but none of those subjects were remotely interesting to any modern teenager, right?
Jackalyn sighed. She felt like there was a massive bubble separating her from everyone else, and she knew that Brooksy and Derek were also on the other side of this bubble somewhere, probably trying to make friends of their own, because they sure as hell ditched Jackalyn after all she's ever done for them. Just like Rosie. Just like Florence. God damnit.
"Alright, you can laugh now if you want by the way." grunted Jackal, clenching her blackened hand and her good hand into fists. This conversation was going to end up in one of two locations in about five minutes; the classroom, or the hospital.
Jackalyn collapsed into a sitting position beside Sylvia, glaring out to the other students with her back hunched, shoulders drawn in, and holding her blackened fingertips with her other hand whilst a sheet of fiery red hair fell to the side, obscuring her view. This position also made little work of her low-cut vest top, revealing a fair bit of her (admittedly small) assets to the world; not like Jackalyn seemed to care that much, or have the body language of someone who'll accept that kind of crap.
In fact, her body language was really speaking for her. The hunched shoulders, withdrawn position...without Jackalyn really noticing it, she was subconsciously giving out a sulky, angry mood just in the way she sat. Not to mention the fact she wasn't looking at people, but glaring at them - eyebrows creased, lifted lip in a snarl - it looked like she was actively trying to push people away.
And yet, when she turned to look at Sylvia, she stopped glaring and surveyed her with a calculating gaze and a little twitch of the mouth to what would be a smile if it kept on that face of hers long enough. She seemed determined to make at least one friend. At the very least. Then she could go back to being shy by flipping the middle finger at everyone else, but just this one time, Jackalyn had to make a friend who wasn't related to her.
Seemingly, Jackalyn picked up on the subtle hint that Sylvia was playing nice too; she swore every other sentence (Jackal couldn't figure out whether or not that was just her attitude, or her upbringing) but her words were friendly and at least her body language wasn't the dictionary definition of 'go shove your face in a blender instead of talking to me'. This was a good thing. Jackal managed to figure out a few years back that it's easier making pals with someone who either has to be your friend or wants to be your friend, and from the look of it, Sylvia sat in both categories.
When she asked for a more detailed introduction, Jackalyn froze up for a minute. Well, better to say the truth than lying, right? It's going to pop up eventually, and if she makes fun of it, Jackalyn will just kick her teeth in and request for a new roomie...
"Jackalyn Walker," replied Jackal with a bit of a strain on her voice - it was as if she was forcing the full name out. "I-...I live in a small log cabin right on the base of the Rockies, and most of the people I met were at least a decade older than me." she continued, looking away from Sylvia, folding her arms protectively, physically drawing herself in, her body language becoming simultaneously more scared and more hostile by the minute.
"And this is my first day in school. Any school. Ever."
Jackalyn stole a glance up at Sylvia hopefully, flashing a nervous grin as the realisation tumbled right down upon her like a pile of bricks with nails stuck to them. This was her first day of school. Everyone else was probably way smarter than her, knew all the cool TV shows, fashion, celebrities and all Jackal could talk about were her brothers, her exercise routine, what books she reads and how she once wrestled a bear into submission, but none of those subjects were remotely interesting to any modern teenager, right?
Jackalyn sighed. She felt like there was a massive bubble separating her from everyone else, and she knew that Brooksy and Derek were also on the other side of this bubble somewhere, probably trying to make friends of their own, because they sure as hell ditched Jackalyn after all she's ever done for them. Just like Rosie. Just like Florence. God damnit.
"Alright, you can laugh now if you want by the way." grunted Jackal, clenching her blackened hand and her good hand into fists. This conversation was going to end up in one of two locations in about five minutes; the classroom, or the hospital.
Jackalyn Walker
Right, so, going 17 years in a small hovel in the middle of nowhere to a huge Academy, pent-up with a large amount of students and very little personal space, was certainly far from her expectations as soon as Jackal was invited to this place. She even had to share a room with someone! Some grey-haired chick with blue eyes casually strolling around her sleeping place, toying around with music...the pair of them, admittedly, didn't talk much the night before. Jackal pushed on the curfew for as long as possible before she got in, then she simply lifted her hand to the girl in a hello, stripped, went to bed with a book. Let her do whatever she wanted so long as it wasn't near Jackal.
Now that she was (finally) awake, she dimly considered breakfast, but really wanted to see where Derek and Brooksy were...she hadn't seen them since the boat trip here. She didn't want to say that she missed them, but...really. She hasn't had a life without them somewhere. Naturally, Jackal assumed she'd bump into them eventually, she didn't like the prospect of an entire school year separated from them, like it was with Rosie.
Jackalyn started strolling over to the cafeteria where she assumed she'll get breakfast, but saw a few students wandering out and thought otherwise. Breakfast wasn't really that important, right? She could just head on off to lessons if she felt like it...Jackalyn wondered what these lessons would be about. It was an Academy, after all - perhaps just maths, science? In which case, Jackalyn would be flunking these lessons big time. That's the problem with being self-taught - you're a bit behind on what you should know.
Just before Jackalyn was going to veer of to the left and head straight to the training hall for her usual exercise routine, she spotted a grey-haired girl strolling out of the cafeteria with a guitar. Well, if they were going to be sharing a room, the best Jackal could possibly do was at least say hi, even if it did end dismally. Her eyes flickered to the training hall again. I bet Brooksy and Derek are in there... mused Jackal before she strolled over to Sylvia.
"You look mildly pissed off," idly commented Jackalyn, peering at the cafeteria doors for a moment. "Bad food or bad people? The name's Jackal, by the way, sorry I was being boring last night. New school and all...you know how it is." at least, Jackalyn hoped Sylvia knew how it was, she'd never been to a school in her whole damned life and to be fair there was a bit of her that was drop-dead terrified of everything going on here.
Right, so, going 17 years in a small hovel in the middle of nowhere to a huge Academy, pent-up with a large amount of students and very little personal space, was certainly far from her expectations as soon as Jackal was invited to this place. She even had to share a room with someone! Some grey-haired chick with blue eyes casually strolling around her sleeping place, toying around with music...the pair of them, admittedly, didn't talk much the night before. Jackal pushed on the curfew for as long as possible before she got in, then she simply lifted her hand to the girl in a hello, stripped, went to bed with a book. Let her do whatever she wanted so long as it wasn't near Jackal.
Now that she was (finally) awake, she dimly considered breakfast, but really wanted to see where Derek and Brooksy were...she hadn't seen them since the boat trip here. She didn't want to say that she missed them, but...really. She hasn't had a life without them somewhere. Naturally, Jackal assumed she'd bump into them eventually, she didn't like the prospect of an entire school year separated from them, like it was with Rosie.
Jackalyn started strolling over to the cafeteria where she assumed she'll get breakfast, but saw a few students wandering out and thought otherwise. Breakfast wasn't really that important, right? She could just head on off to lessons if she felt like it...Jackalyn wondered what these lessons would be about. It was an Academy, after all - perhaps just maths, science? In which case, Jackalyn would be flunking these lessons big time. That's the problem with being self-taught - you're a bit behind on what you should know.
Just before Jackalyn was going to veer of to the left and head straight to the training hall for her usual exercise routine, she spotted a grey-haired girl strolling out of the cafeteria with a guitar. Well, if they were going to be sharing a room, the best Jackal could possibly do was at least say hi, even if it did end dismally. Her eyes flickered to the training hall again. I bet Brooksy and Derek are in there... mused Jackal before she strolled over to Sylvia.
"You look mildly pissed off," idly commented Jackalyn, peering at the cafeteria doors for a moment. "Bad food or bad people? The name's Jackal, by the way, sorry I was being boring last night. New school and all...you know how it is." at least, Jackalyn hoped Sylvia knew how it was, she'd never been to a school in her whole damned life and to be fair there was a bit of her that was drop-dead terrified of everything going on here.
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