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STATUS: Losing a game of dragon ball the breakers because my dipshit allies wouldn't give me their fucking dragon balls pisses me off. the raider was already nearly dead fml. 3 yrs ago
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Losing a game of dragon ball the breakers because my dipshit allies wouldn't give me their fucking dragon balls pisses me off. the raider was already nearly dead fml.
3 yrs ago
devaronian is the race you're looking for. They're basically thugs for the hutts for the most part.
3 yrs ago
Man I'd love to be proven wrong so i'll keep trying but still it sucks like the fourth time this has happened for entirely seperate reasons each as dumb as the last.
3 yrs ago
Man I just can't stick with a DND Group. I'm aware I feel pushy at times but I never intend to push anyone into doing anything. I'm just feeling so dejected at this point.
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In general I've given up play by post roleplaying. I only check on occasion due to how NO ONE commits to forum posting in my over ten years of experience.
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I'm one of the surviving members from the event known as Guild Fall. I am a big fan of Mobile Suit Gundam and am very specific on what I want in a roleplay. I have completed two roleplays (one is debateable) and have over six years of roleplaying experience dating back to when I was in Middle School.
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East gave a indifferent grunt towards Kane's comments. He really wasn't trying to get into a argument with them. It was not going to end up well if things were going to get political. East had, and has still strong beliefs in what is right, and wrong. Just now he has a definite hate of heroes now. While East disagreed fundamentally with Kane he was too drunk to care to bother even thinking of arguing back. He still looked just as dead inside as he ever had been since the incident that made him this way. When Kazuma spoke up next he laughed, "You shittin' me Kane? Come on now I'm valuable! Not un-expendable but valuable! It'd be a waste to kill me off! Plant girl just has a fern up her ass!" Kazuma said as he whistled, and walked over to the bathroom area. He leaned on the wall next to the door. "But yeah same place as usual. In the alleys. Break away from them, and meet me near the buildings near the park. If you can't shake the cops then I'll come to you. Just make sure things don't get too hot. I'm not one of you guys I don't do fighting." Kazuma said loudly as he clapped his hands together. "World needs less fighters anyway. Too much brawn not enough brain. Not enough finesse but I move people from place to place for a living so what do I know?" Kazuma said sarcastically.
Shade Walker looked at Kane with a blank stare as if he was considering something. But then he spoke up, "Alright then. Why don't YOU take care of her Kane? If you're so up to the task of helping the newbies then you can make sure the cops don't waste her." said Shade Walker with a sardonic tone one could guess he was smiling underneath that mask of his. But who ever knew what was underneath that masked super villain's dark mask. "I do hate cable re-runs...but at least they're of the villainous skind this time around. Bartender would you care to change the channel?" joked Shade Walker as he looked up at the tv. "I got him running cop channels. He's going to make sure they don't do something smart for once."
Shade Walker looked at Kane with a blank stare as if he was considering something. But then he spoke up, "Alright then. Why don't YOU take care of her Kane? If you're so up to the task of helping the newbies then you can make sure the cops don't waste her." said Shade Walker with a sardonic tone one could guess he was smiling underneath that mask of his. But who ever knew what was underneath that masked super villain's dark mask. "I do hate cable re-runs...but at least they're of the villainous skind this time around. Bartender would you care to change the channel?" joked Shade Walker as he looked up at the tv. "I got him running cop channels. He's going to make sure they don't do something smart for once."
It's a bit out of the ordinary but if that's the character you want to roll with I'll accept it.
@Tenma TendoMonica cast a curse that hits the physical body. Your CON is likely trash. Unlike Anderson who's spent his whole life training physically for combat your character has no recourse against the spell. If she cast a curse like Gandr that physically appears to hurt you this spell was activated as a direct attack on the body. In other words she hit you with a non-physical attack on your body not unlike the torture curse in Harry Potter. If Monica cursed it on Anderson he'd power through it, and murder her.
Likewise Berserker doesn't have instinct, and doesn't have a ability like Mind's Eye. Assassin speed blitzed. That's her whole deal. Her physical powers are trash.
On another note I am GM, and thus am in control of the story. Monica is an NPC. If I attacked with Leon one could make an argument that I'm playing favorites. But I'm not I'm using a bot who you stood up to on your own volition not knowing her strengths, and weaknesses. Monica uses curses non-standard magic. It's not flames, or water, or even air its pure magical attacks that are specifically made to debuff, or continuously harm an opponent. This is a field she has been trained in since she first arrived in the college, and has grown to have an over specialization in.
Likewise Berserker doesn't have instinct, and doesn't have a ability like Mind's Eye. Assassin speed blitzed. That's her whole deal. Her physical powers are trash.
On another note I am GM, and thus am in control of the story. Monica is an NPC. If I attacked with Leon one could make an argument that I'm playing favorites. But I'm not I'm using a bot who you stood up to on your own volition not knowing her strengths, and weaknesses. Monica uses curses non-standard magic. It's not flames, or water, or even air its pure magical attacks that are specifically made to debuff, or continuously harm an opponent. This is a field she has been trained in since she first arrived in the college, and has grown to have an over specialization in.
"Very well then...professor sir? Permission to show him what he signed up for?" asked Monica as the Director looked at Han wondering if he should let Monica do what she wanted. He knew she wouldn't hurt him too badly at the end of the day but her abilities were quite...intricate. "Do what you must." Director Orson decided quickly as Monica breathed out and with a quick latin phrase she clicked her fingers. Suddenly an intense pain as if needles, or sharp glass were violently jabbing outward from Han's insides engulfed his entire body in a seering pain. The spell seemed to override his magical protections, and circuits. He wasn't able to protect himself from the spell even if he tried. It seemed whatever spell Monica had cast was a curse. The pain was practically unbearable but before much could happen Saber stepped in. "I was hoping that whatever you were going to do that you wouldn't. But it would seem I had to much faith in you. Please cancel the spell now." Jeanne said firmly as Assassin had placed herself next to berserker in a quick flash as if a blur of light had moved her from her current place to berserker with her katana out she made sure Berserker wasn't about to do something she regretted. Caster herself made no movements but looked on with an amused chuckle.
"Some 'faction' were are already there is conflict like this? Heh it reminds me of my days at court. Almost. Still master release the boy it would seem he understands what pain is now in comparison." commented Caster. Monica nodded she didn't look like she was enjoying what she did in the least. She clicked her fingers on the opposite hand, and the spell vanished in a moment leaving only the pain that was already inflicted to fade. "Don't you dare act tough. Accept what you are just like the rest of us. We're people with flaws no one man is an island. We're a faction, a group of mages. You asked me to reflect on myself. I felt pretty angry so I took your advice and took it out. I'm sure if I did that spell on Mister Anderson over there I'd be dead by now. There is a valuable lesson to be learned that no matter who you think you are there is someone with something that can hurt you. I happen to be the Director's choice for Master of Curses." commented Monica dourly as Director Orson cleared his throat to prevent anyone from responding quite just yet.
"Monica is what you would call a prodigy in the field of curses. She's learned everything from Latin Curses of ancient Rome, to modern day voodoo. She may seem like a classical class valedictorian but she is far from a dainty little girl. Haneul remember who allowed you to become a master this day. It was I who gave you the chance. You were sitting like a child in front of a group of men, and women of experience today in my office and you failed to say a single word. If you think you get to talk down to others like that when you act so small before? Earn the right to step up to Monica. She spent every day of her life in the clocktower training on how to make herself a valued member to not just this school but to mages everywhere by exploring the darker aspects of magical energy. You were sent here on a recommendation from your parents. Though I suspect I may be playing favorites you can take this chance to learn from it. And a word of advice: If you wish to bark some more I will showcase what you're in for next." Orson chewed out the boy further before turning his attention to Anderson. "Release Berserker." commented Orson dryly as Anderson whistled at Assassin who backed off sheathed her sword with a quick apology to Berserker. "Orders are orders Berserker. Please understand." Saber offered a hand to Han if he hadn't already picked himself up. "Please allow me to help you. I'm sorry for what just happened to you. Don't hold a grudge towards them though. If you do then you'll poison the team more than they did. Besides if I'm guessing correct Caster is a poisoner if her catalyst is to be taken at face value. It is not wise to challenge someone like her up front. If we'ere to survive this war it is better that we work together." Saber said calmly she hoped that her words would not be rejected but even if they were she wouldn't mind. Her hope was that she could help if that was rejected than there was little she could do.
"Some 'faction' were are already there is conflict like this? Heh it reminds me of my days at court. Almost. Still master release the boy it would seem he understands what pain is now in comparison." commented Caster. Monica nodded she didn't look like she was enjoying what she did in the least. She clicked her fingers on the opposite hand, and the spell vanished in a moment leaving only the pain that was already inflicted to fade. "Don't you dare act tough. Accept what you are just like the rest of us. We're people with flaws no one man is an island. We're a faction, a group of mages. You asked me to reflect on myself. I felt pretty angry so I took your advice and took it out. I'm sure if I did that spell on Mister Anderson over there I'd be dead by now. There is a valuable lesson to be learned that no matter who you think you are there is someone with something that can hurt you. I happen to be the Director's choice for Master of Curses." commented Monica dourly as Director Orson cleared his throat to prevent anyone from responding quite just yet.
"Monica is what you would call a prodigy in the field of curses. She's learned everything from Latin Curses of ancient Rome, to modern day voodoo. She may seem like a classical class valedictorian but she is far from a dainty little girl. Haneul remember who allowed you to become a master this day. It was I who gave you the chance. You were sitting like a child in front of a group of men, and women of experience today in my office and you failed to say a single word. If you think you get to talk down to others like that when you act so small before? Earn the right to step up to Monica. She spent every day of her life in the clocktower training on how to make herself a valued member to not just this school but to mages everywhere by exploring the darker aspects of magical energy. You were sent here on a recommendation from your parents. Though I suspect I may be playing favorites you can take this chance to learn from it. And a word of advice: If you wish to bark some more I will showcase what you're in for next." Orson chewed out the boy further before turning his attention to Anderson. "Release Berserker." commented Orson dryly as Anderson whistled at Assassin who backed off sheathed her sword with a quick apology to Berserker. "Orders are orders Berserker. Please understand." Saber offered a hand to Han if he hadn't already picked himself up. "Please allow me to help you. I'm sorry for what just happened to you. Don't hold a grudge towards them though. If you do then you'll poison the team more than they did. Besides if I'm guessing correct Caster is a poisoner if her catalyst is to be taken at face value. It is not wise to challenge someone like her up front. If we'ere to survive this war it is better that we work together." Saber said calmly she hoped that her words would not be rejected but even if they were she wouldn't mind. Her hope was that she could help if that was rejected than there was little she could do.
"THAT is our berserker? Pah...I was expecting something bigger. Still better that she has little mental deterioration...otherwise your lad would have issues Director." Anderson growled quietly to Orson as he took a look at Berserker, and his master. Orson sighed and nodded, "His parents were talented mages, and recommended him for his prana reserves. Not many people here want to risk their lives even for a wish for the grail. The boy is a decent enough student but he's not like Monica." commented Orson with a cold disregard for the master of Berserker. "Still little Han will not cause you issues." Orson said with a bit more confidence. Leon looked over to Orson, and then to Han and wondered just exactly he was capable of if Orson, the man employing him here, was basically using him as a battery. "Please sir have confidence in your people. We must be a unified force if we're to win the day. I would never have won, and become who I am today if I had not had a team of unified men willing to fight on my behalf. God willing we will all do what we can to win the day." Jeanne told Orson who nodded at Saber he was a bit more confident knowing that Saber was a skilled warrior at the very least. A woman who turned the entire tide of a war on her lonesome was hopefully worth her slot as Saber of Black.
"You know you're being too nice to him if he's going to fight in this war he should know that people will die. And people will die because of him, and berserker. I don't mean to sound critical but Han you need to have more confidence. I'm saying that so bluntly because if you think I'm rude how do you think Red Faction will treat you? Confidence is key like a pen you need to keep it moving otherwise you will just make a big black puddle on the paper. A mess is not what we need." Monica said as she looked over to the assembled group in the center. "If you don't have it in you then I'm not sure why you agreed to this. But before you say anything I'd like to apologize. I don't like being this mean to people. But our lives are on the line. I can't allow a weak link to break the chain of Black Faction. Even if we have a plethora of strong servants like Lancer, and Rider on our side. Or the skilled Saint of France Jeanne of Arc. Each cog in the machine counts."
"You know you're being too nice to him if he's going to fight in this war he should know that people will die. And people will die because of him, and berserker. I don't mean to sound critical but Han you need to have more confidence. I'm saying that so bluntly because if you think I'm rude how do you think Red Faction will treat you? Confidence is key like a pen you need to keep it moving otherwise you will just make a big black puddle on the paper. A mess is not what we need." Monica said as she looked over to the assembled group in the center. "If you don't have it in you then I'm not sure why you agreed to this. But before you say anything I'd like to apologize. I don't like being this mean to people. But our lives are on the line. I can't allow a weak link to break the chain of Black Faction. Even if we have a plethora of strong servants like Lancer, and Rider on our side. Or the skilled Saint of France Jeanne of Arc. Each cog in the machine counts."
@NewShoesForeverSomeone dropped if you're interested still.
Alright well i hope everything goes well for you I suppose I'll just move you to another branch off screen.
Assassin:
Str: C
Endurance: E
Agility: A+
Mana: E
NP: C
Caster:
Str: E-
Endurance: C
Agility: C+
Mana: B
NP: C
Str: C
Endurance: E
Agility: A+
Mana: E
NP: C
Caster:
Str: E-
Endurance: C
Agility: C+
Mana: B
NP: C
Monica smiled sweetly at everyone as she pulled out a small vial of poison from her own coat, and moved over to a summoning circle. "Are you positive that will lead to what you're looking for?" questioned the Director as he watched his apprentice move into summon the next, and final servant. Leon moved out of the way just to make sure he didn't do anything stupid as he grabbed the ashes of his servant, and moved to stand next to Director Orson. "Very well I will begin the last incantation." Monica spoke up as she spoke clearly, and with a forceful tone:
Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Let black be the color I pay tribute to.
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate."
"Let it be filled. Again. Again. Again. Again.
Let it be filled fivefold for every turn, simply breaking asunder with every filling."
Monica spoke aloud as once more a flash of prana filled the air. There stood a woman standing proudly in the circle she glanced at Monica with his long white hair flowing down behind her. "So you're the one who can break that accursed veil? Very well then if you are my master then my talents shall be yours for this war. I am Caster." the woman spoke with an authoritative voice clear, and powerful. But Leon felt unease as he glanced at her as if being near her was simply risky whoever the woman was she didn't seem powerful but Casters were clearly not to be underestimated.
As Saber looked around she saw that the final servant had been summoned. Saber saw that Rider made no attempt to shake her hand so she pulled away with a nod, and a smile before walking over to Leon and taking a place by his side. "Welcome heroes from another world. We are, as you know by simply being here I assume, a faction who hail the color Black as our standard. We will not allow Red Faction to win this war. For now take this chance to get acquainted once we're done with that we shall begin preparations immediately to move all of us to Poland. For now it would be best to understand just how well everyone treats one another." Director Orson announced as Monica's servant Caster spoke up, "Hmph very well then if that is what we must do then so be it. Just understand that I will not be bowing to anyone. I am a heroic spirit of imperial origin after all." Caster said with a self confident attitude as Monica told her that it wouldn't solve anything to be so rude. The Caster simply smirked at her master, "It is good to set up rules front, and center my dear." she said with the same tone putting her fingers to her chin as she looked over her master more thoroughly.
Saber nodded firmly at Leon, "Master! I will not hesitate to bring us victory! God is with us!" the Saber said confidently as she stood stalwartly, and confidently in front of her master who still was in a bit of a shock at summoning the young saint. "So...just to make this clear...you are the Maid of Orleans correct? I see your statistics are incredible, as expected of Saber, but more than that you were summoned from the ashes, and fit perfectly with the church's description of you as well." Anderson asked the Saber who looked at the other master who had approached them. It was the priest man called Anderson according to Leon. Saber wasn't comfortable giving away her name but Leon nodded and gave her the ok. "Yes the Maid of Orleans, and the one who saved France. That is I Jeanne of Arc. I pray that you, and I will get along well sir priest." Jeanne said bowing her head as Anderson got down on a knee, and bowed to her more formally. "No lass it's I that should be bowing to you. Your holy nature is an aspiration to beheld my lady. It would honor any noble christian to meet a lady of virtue quite as yourself." Anderson stated with respect as Jeanne blushed and told him to stand up, "Please sir though I may be a saint, as such legends tell, I consider myself my master's humble servant for the moment. There is no need to put me up on a pedestal. Please you'll embarrass Assassin if you don't stand up." Saber told him as Anderson nodded, and apologized for that.
"Master how am I suppose to take pride in you if you're bowing before other servants?" Assassin said disheartened at her master's behavior as the priest smirked and chuckled, "Don't worry I am no fool it is just that I read many tales of the Saints one of which being hers. You can't expect a man to not look up to an figure he respected growing up. I won't act like that further I promise." Anderson assured Assassin who nodded. Jeanne figured she should go stand next to the other servants who were gathering but she didn't want to make a crowd form. Though she did note Caster made no move to stand with the others.
Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Let black be the color I pay tribute to.
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate."
"Let it be filled. Again. Again. Again. Again.
Let it be filled fivefold for every turn, simply breaking asunder with every filling."
Monica spoke aloud as once more a flash of prana filled the air. There stood a woman standing proudly in the circle she glanced at Monica with his long white hair flowing down behind her. "So you're the one who can break that accursed veil? Very well then if you are my master then my talents shall be yours for this war. I am Caster." the woman spoke with an authoritative voice clear, and powerful. But Leon felt unease as he glanced at her as if being near her was simply risky whoever the woman was she didn't seem powerful but Casters were clearly not to be underestimated.
As Saber looked around she saw that the final servant had been summoned. Saber saw that Rider made no attempt to shake her hand so she pulled away with a nod, and a smile before walking over to Leon and taking a place by his side. "Welcome heroes from another world. We are, as you know by simply being here I assume, a faction who hail the color Black as our standard. We will not allow Red Faction to win this war. For now take this chance to get acquainted once we're done with that we shall begin preparations immediately to move all of us to Poland. For now it would be best to understand just how well everyone treats one another." Director Orson announced as Monica's servant Caster spoke up, "Hmph very well then if that is what we must do then so be it. Just understand that I will not be bowing to anyone. I am a heroic spirit of imperial origin after all." Caster said with a self confident attitude as Monica told her that it wouldn't solve anything to be so rude. The Caster simply smirked at her master, "It is good to set up rules front, and center my dear." she said with the same tone putting her fingers to her chin as she looked over her master more thoroughly.
Saber nodded firmly at Leon, "Master! I will not hesitate to bring us victory! God is with us!" the Saber said confidently as she stood stalwartly, and confidently in front of her master who still was in a bit of a shock at summoning the young saint. "So...just to make this clear...you are the Maid of Orleans correct? I see your statistics are incredible, as expected of Saber, but more than that you were summoned from the ashes, and fit perfectly with the church's description of you as well." Anderson asked the Saber who looked at the other master who had approached them. It was the priest man called Anderson according to Leon. Saber wasn't comfortable giving away her name but Leon nodded and gave her the ok. "Yes the Maid of Orleans, and the one who saved France. That is I Jeanne of Arc. I pray that you, and I will get along well sir priest." Jeanne said bowing her head as Anderson got down on a knee, and bowed to her more formally. "No lass it's I that should be bowing to you. Your holy nature is an aspiration to beheld my lady. It would honor any noble christian to meet a lady of virtue quite as yourself." Anderson stated with respect as Jeanne blushed and told him to stand up, "Please sir though I may be a saint, as such legends tell, I consider myself my master's humble servant for the moment. There is no need to put me up on a pedestal. Please you'll embarrass Assassin if you don't stand up." Saber told him as Anderson nodded, and apologized for that.
"Master how am I suppose to take pride in you if you're bowing before other servants?" Assassin said disheartened at her master's behavior as the priest smirked and chuckled, "Don't worry I am no fool it is just that I read many tales of the Saints one of which being hers. You can't expect a man to not look up to an figure he respected growing up. I won't act like that further I promise." Anderson assured Assassin who nodded. Jeanne figured she should go stand next to the other servants who were gathering but she didn't want to make a crowd form. Though she did note Caster made no move to stand with the others.
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