@Miss GallagherI see. So, were you interested in my RP update?
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@Miss Gallagher Hi there. I'm alright. How are you?
Updated first post a bit.
Hi there. Everyone not dead I hope.
Clarification- Haruka isn't wearing glasses, and he hasn't taken off his jacket, so he can't be called 'fancy'. The image isn't accurate anyway in that regard. Furthermore, the ringtone was, well, a ringtone, and didn't have words. Was just a Digimon ringtone. I couldn't find an instrumental, whatever.
Did a thing. Hopefully it was a good.
As the group began to move, Haruka gave a soft, yet distinct, and audible scoff. Whether this was towards the mention of the cold, the manners of the director, or something else- that wasn't as obvious, as he moved with the rest of them. There was a snap of curiosity in his eyes at the explanation of the programming room, but it was silenced quickly. As they were lead past the art room, there was more of an interest, even a moment of wonder in his eyes, though the boy simply flipped his pink hair and reestablished his cool demeanor in a single moment.
"It's.. a printing room," he remarked to himself in the reverse-hush caused by the noise of the whirring machines.
For a half a moment, it seemed as though his face began to flush, but it faded as quickly as it came.
Nageki would love to see this... Wouldn't he?
Haru's musings were cut short as the group began moving around him. Someone may have even bumped into him, but if they had, he hadn't noticed. Once Koruda had explained the use of the final room, however, the boy looked up, speaking up for probably the first time during the entire tour.
"So this is... some kind of exclusive per-release then?" his tone was a little biting, but reserved, almost to the point of seeming... regal? "You could have put that in the email at least. And why only invite, like, five people?"
The potential tongue-lashing was left as a somewhat impudent question. That was, however, before a rather interesting phrase came from Koruda's mouth, directed at the boy who was already shuffling some cards. With an air of confidence that bordered on intolerably smug, Haruka approached the shaggy looking boy with the mysterious card in his hand.
"So, you're one of the legion of copycats who thinks they look all big and tough by making an account with the same name as someone else. Is that right?" he said in a quiet voice.
He didn't want anyone else to hear, but is was clear the boy in whom Koruda had seemed to take a vested interest was the one being addressed.
"Just admit to being one of those 'M' copycats. There's no use denying it. You're just some account-copy trash who only takes things seriously on an account with someone else's reputation," his voice was quiet, but between a scoff and a sneer.
It was clear that such antics and superstitions- that some 'genius gamer' could really exist- was foolish and wasteful in his eyes, and perpetuating it made you no better than the fools who fell for such drivel. This was, after all, a world where everything could be witnessed. He had seen the copy cat accounts himself. High-ranked players of many different online games, all with the same exact moniker. It was ridiculous to think that one person could have either the time, or the natural ability to maintain such a front. Thus, it was only logical that this 'legendary genius gamer' was only a hoax. In fact, he had known when the accounts stopped appearing, and none had returned since, especially in the online Digimon servers. It was probably because the mods zapped all the duplicate accounts out there, wiping the foolish myth of 'Emu' out with them.
And without so much as another word- only this pseudo warning-to-stay-in-line, Harkua walked to the far end of a different table, and began shuffling slowly, observantly, through the new cards. Almost without noticing, he scratched the pocket in which he usually kept his money as he viewed the set in its entirety, and gazed at the glossy packaging.
It was then that a jingling, repetitive tune began to sound from his backpack. The boy stood almost to attention in surprise, and began to fumble around, fishing the phone out of his tall backpack.
"Nobunaga here!" he answered, his formality coming off as stiff and tense.
A reply came, which, while unheard by others in the room, caused the tension to simultaneously dissipate and recollect in Haruka's body."Nageki here. Hello Haruka"
"Gah! N- Why are you calling?" came the hushed reply, as Haruka cupped his hand over the bottom of his flip phone.
"I, um..." Haruka was about to go into detail, but he could almost feel the eyes on him, and suddenly the businesswoman's tapping was all-too-real, "I'm sorry. I have to call you back. I'm in the middle of the tour, I think," came the hushed explanation, and, after a few moments, the call was ended, and the small phone stashed once again in the backpack.
"It's.. a printing room," he remarked to himself in the reverse-hush caused by the noise of the whirring machines.
For a half a moment, it seemed as though his face began to flush, but it faded as quickly as it came.
Nageki would love to see this... Wouldn't he?
He'd want you to go see it for yourself, since he couldn't.
Haru's musings were cut short as the group began moving around him. Someone may have even bumped into him, but if they had, he hadn't noticed. Once Koruda had explained the use of the final room, however, the boy looked up, speaking up for probably the first time during the entire tour.
"So this is... some kind of exclusive per-release then?" his tone was a little biting, but reserved, almost to the point of seeming... regal? "You could have put that in the email at least. And why only invite, like, five people?"
The potential tongue-lashing was left as a somewhat impudent question. That was, however, before a rather interesting phrase came from Koruda's mouth, directed at the boy who was already shuffling some cards. With an air of confidence that bordered on intolerably smug, Haruka approached the shaggy looking boy with the mysterious card in his hand.
"So, you're one of the legion of copycats who thinks they look all big and tough by making an account with the same name as someone else. Is that right?" he said in a quiet voice.
He didn't want anyone else to hear, but is was clear the boy in whom Koruda had seemed to take a vested interest was the one being addressed.
"Just admit to being one of those 'M' copycats. There's no use denying it. You're just some account-copy trash who only takes things seriously on an account with someone else's reputation," his voice was quiet, but between a scoff and a sneer.
It was clear that such antics and superstitions- that some 'genius gamer' could really exist- was foolish and wasteful in his eyes, and perpetuating it made you no better than the fools who fell for such drivel. This was, after all, a world where everything could be witnessed. He had seen the copy cat accounts himself. High-ranked players of many different online games, all with the same exact moniker. It was ridiculous to think that one person could have either the time, or the natural ability to maintain such a front. Thus, it was only logical that this 'legendary genius gamer' was only a hoax. In fact, he had known when the accounts stopped appearing, and none had returned since, especially in the online Digimon servers. It was probably because the mods zapped all the duplicate accounts out there, wiping the foolish myth of 'Emu' out with them.
And without so much as another word- only this pseudo warning-to-stay-in-line, Harkua walked to the far end of a different table, and began shuffling slowly, observantly, through the new cards. Almost without noticing, he scratched the pocket in which he usually kept his money as he viewed the set in its entirety, and gazed at the glossy packaging.
It was then that a jingling, repetitive tune began to sound from his backpack. The boy stood almost to attention in surprise, and began to fumble around, fishing the phone out of his tall backpack.
"Nobunaga here!" he answered, his formality coming off as stiff and tense.
A reply came, which, while unheard by others in the room, caused the tension to simultaneously dissipate and recollect in Haruka's body."Nageki here. Hello Haruka"
"Gah! N- Why are you calling?" came the hushed reply, as Haruka cupped his hand over the bottom of his flip phone.
"Just wanted to make sure you were there safe. How is it?"
"I, um..." Haruka was about to go into detail, but he could almost feel the eyes on him, and suddenly the businesswoman's tapping was all-too-real, "I'm sorry. I have to call you back. I'm in the middle of the tour, I think," came the hushed explanation, and, after a few moments, the call was ended, and the small phone stashed once again in the backpack.
Added cross-links to a tabletop section interest check. Feel free to mingle.
I've been working on a Digimon tabletop game for a while now, and I'd really like to test it.
I'm looking for a group to play a semi-serious campaign, with characters' average ages being 16-22- preferably more towards the middle end than extremes- where four Warlord like entities have appeared in the Digital World. The destruction caused is so great that humans are called in to help, as is customary in Digimon stories. There will be a bit more peril in the RP than a jolly jaunt, and while I may call certain characters "Vampire Lords", that's just for me. They're not vampires, or all vampires, really, and it's not a horror theme. I'm not trying to unnerve you. There are just some spoiler-like precursory events that make it easier for me to say that. And it's better than going generic, yeah? So, there's a vague vampire-esque theme, but no real vampire threat per-say.
Any questions? Please ask! I have no problems explaining things! I will link the document with the rules at a later time.
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I'm looking for a group to play a semi-serious campaign, with characters' average ages being 16-22- preferably more towards the middle end than extremes- where four Warlord like entities have appeared in the Digital World. The destruction caused is so great that humans are called in to help, as is customary in Digimon stories. There will be a bit more peril in the RP than a jolly jaunt, and while I may call certain characters "Vampire Lords", that's just for me. They're not vampires, or all vampires, really, and it's not a horror theme. I'm not trying to unnerve you. There are just some spoiler-like precursory events that make it easier for me to say that. And it's better than going generic, yeah? So, there's a vague vampire-esque theme, but no real vampire threat per-say.
Any questions? Please ask! I have no problems explaining things! I will link the document with the rules at a later time.
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Bump.
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