"You mistake my words Verdrehte. Loyalty, and respect to your betters, and your high up officers has its place. While not as stagnant as the Yakuza we have our own place in the world that we must adhere to. We must not fall victim to common betrayal. Your predecessor though he could get away with selling us out...and he died. If you live long enough to grasp a position being a wanton thug such as White Skull will earn you only the rest of the everyday thug on the street who only values brutality." Shade Walker warned him as East nodded his head. "Black, white, grey...take it from a former top ranking hero: Justice is an Illusion. You only have your own morality to work with." Captain East replied as he went over to the bar keep and told him to make a phone call to the company to make sure Verd got an appoint with 'The Good Doctor'.
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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. 1 yr 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.
1 yr ago
devaronian is the race you're looking for. They're basically thugs for the hutts for the most part.
1 yr 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.
1 yr 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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@LukasVolkovAs Cosmos has said the rp is not accepting any new players. Likewise you're not suppose to post in the character sheet section until you have approval on the OOC. More over even if this wasn't full I have made a policy of not accepting new profiles. There has been an influx of troll accounts on this roleplay there has been three different accounts on here that have not posted since they failed to join this roleplay, and are clearly fake accounts. If there is an rp in the future I may reconsider letting you join in if you get more posts under your belt. I wish you luck in the future.
Shade Walker was a bit taken back by the sudden change of tone. He himself had never had a reason to question the matter but the mask on his face hid any actual emotion he may have felt from being shown. "The Black Tree is a means to an end. It will become the world's tree if the boss has any say in the matter. While he is strong enough to mount the whole of the country on his wall as trophies of battle he seeks to come to that conclusion only as a last resort. The Black Hand originally viewed this organization as the means to which he can grasp the world, and make it better. His own version of Utopia. A world in which the strong ruled, and the weak were lifted up only when the proved themselves strong." Shade Walker stated as he then pointed towards East.
"However down the line that changed I would assume. Elements from rogue sections of the dark industry we find ourselves in changed. We let in more zealous criminals. We let in washed up heroes. However the goal is still the same as it has ever been to my knowledge. A world where your own abilities decide your fate. Where loyalty, and strength are the measure of one's ladder. If you have the strength to lift yourself to power you will earn it, if you fail then you failed yourself. The Black Hand wants a singular entity to rule the world where the only threats to unity are urban terrorists. There will never be peace. Never be a conflictless world. Strife is a part of the human experience. However gone will be morality that chains those who have strength. Morality is a human construct that limits us. No longer will self glorification of today's heroes be a fad." Shade Walker pointed towards the outside. "How many times have you seen heroes rewarded for playing up to the peoples' values, and had them discarded in favor of the newest flavor of the week?" Shade said this time a bit angrier than he had been.
"I myself am tired of the same people getting rewarded for 'antics', and their flawed ways of thinking that only the good guys have a point. Only those with charisma have a right to get heard! The Black Hand will wipe the slate clean things will be orderly, and ruled by merit. You're your own ladder climb it to see where you go, and how far you can reach. We are not Yakuza. We are not bound by honor, and morality. We simply are. A singular being capable of overcoming the shallow pond that the heroes have made of our new society. There is nothing super about them, or the people they are worshipped by. We shall prove that might makes right."
Captain East took the chance in the lull in Shade Walker's speech to whisper to Verd, "You fail to grasp the Black Tree's cybernetics division's true ability. They can make it contort to a point to match your quirk. It won't be the same but it shall allow you to walk without limping. You won't be able to make that climb up the ladder if you don't have your leg." East assured Verd.
"However down the line that changed I would assume. Elements from rogue sections of the dark industry we find ourselves in changed. We let in more zealous criminals. We let in washed up heroes. However the goal is still the same as it has ever been to my knowledge. A world where your own abilities decide your fate. Where loyalty, and strength are the measure of one's ladder. If you have the strength to lift yourself to power you will earn it, if you fail then you failed yourself. The Black Hand wants a singular entity to rule the world where the only threats to unity are urban terrorists. There will never be peace. Never be a conflictless world. Strife is a part of the human experience. However gone will be morality that chains those who have strength. Morality is a human construct that limits us. No longer will self glorification of today's heroes be a fad." Shade Walker pointed towards the outside. "How many times have you seen heroes rewarded for playing up to the peoples' values, and had them discarded in favor of the newest flavor of the week?" Shade said this time a bit angrier than he had been.
"I myself am tired of the same people getting rewarded for 'antics', and their flawed ways of thinking that only the good guys have a point. Only those with charisma have a right to get heard! The Black Hand will wipe the slate clean things will be orderly, and ruled by merit. You're your own ladder climb it to see where you go, and how far you can reach. We are not Yakuza. We are not bound by honor, and morality. We simply are. A singular being capable of overcoming the shallow pond that the heroes have made of our new society. There is nothing super about them, or the people they are worshipped by. We shall prove that might makes right."
Captain East took the chance in the lull in Shade Walker's speech to whisper to Verd, "You fail to grasp the Black Tree's cybernetics division's true ability. They can make it contort to a point to match your quirk. It won't be the same but it shall allow you to walk without limping. You won't be able to make that climb up the ladder if you don't have your leg." East assured Verd.
It took some more time afterward but the group managed to dodge the cops, and the police long enough to get to The Stray Sheep. The boys up front opened the door, and ordered everyone out. Having them out of it they informed them they were taking Zion's, and Aya's body to a local morgue run by Black Hand's hired doctors. The bodies would be taken care of by them. As East walked outside he saw Skull, and the two immediately locked eyes, Skull laughed, "Hey pretty boy you don't look so good. How's it feelin' to be working with the guy who killed your partner all those years ago?" Skull openly mocked East who looked ready to destroy the whole truck. However he noticed Verd's leg, and looked at Skull was disgust, "What the fuck did you do?" East demanded of him as Skull cackled. "My job you fucking tool. Now get back to attempting your pathetic meandering that's amounting to getting yourself killed. If you ever actually want to go all the way you know where to find me." Skull said before driving away once his men funneled back into the truck, and drove away. "What the hell? He let you get shot? Whatever get inside I'll call in the doctors upstairs they can get you fixed up. May need a cybernetic prosthetic." commented East as he picked Verd up with one arm, and forced him in doors.
As they entered the bar Shade Walker was talking on the phone with someone. He still had his mask on but something was different. Other than his usual crass tone he was a bit gentler. "-I'll see you later then. Have the other kids make sure they keep their manners for Tatsumi. And make sure there's no more fighting. I'll see you all later." Shade said before he hung up, and turned his attention to the group. He looked at them and sighed. "So then your teammates failed whatever assignment they got assigned to? I don't know what happened but I apologize that I couldn't tell you. Other than that congratulations with your skill you managed to prove yourself capable of staying within the organization. Let this be the standard that shows The Black Hand expects success, and failure is paid for in due time. I recommend getting some rest we're off the job for the next few days. Another group is on the hot seat at the moment before we can properly get assigned jobs. However due to the lack of numbers I may need to assign East to your group. He is your sub-commander but he is not above the low-man jobs we're assigned to."
As they entered the bar Shade Walker was talking on the phone with someone. He still had his mask on but something was different. Other than his usual crass tone he was a bit gentler. "-I'll see you later then. Have the other kids make sure they keep their manners for Tatsumi. And make sure there's no more fighting. I'll see you all later." Shade said before he hung up, and turned his attention to the group. He looked at them and sighed. "So then your teammates failed whatever assignment they got assigned to? I don't know what happened but I apologize that I couldn't tell you. Other than that congratulations with your skill you managed to prove yourself capable of staying within the organization. Let this be the standard that shows The Black Hand expects success, and failure is paid for in due time. I recommend getting some rest we're off the job for the next few days. Another group is on the hot seat at the moment before we can properly get assigned jobs. However due to the lack of numbers I may need to assign East to your group. He is your sub-commander but he is not above the low-man jobs we're assigned to."
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"Your version of god has no real dominion over this church servant. I am very aware of your power, and your strength but I thought you people honored respect, with respect? Have you no rules about your master eating our bread, and salt then defiling our household? We grant you asylum, and a place to plan your work. We do not grant you the right to disbar our faith, and our place of prayer." Father Howard said with a blunt tone as he stared at Archer without fear, nor malice. He clearly wasn't happy about the matter but he showed little outward disgust, or fear towards the Archer servant. As the master approached Father Howard nodded at him, and simply sighed "To deal with things is to be expected of a priest in my position. I agreed to give you rest, and I respect that you know your boundaries good sir. And you there pagan servant. I know not your real name but I thank you for your words." Howard stated further to the young man in front of him, and then to the servant Rider.
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Leon stepped forward, and nodded "Well if we're introducing ourselves again...A pleasure my name is Leon, Leon Winchester. I'm not a master mage by any means but I am not a liability either I would hope that we can get along until Red Faction is disbarred, and destroyed for their crimes against the Church, and the Mage's Association." Leon said as he let Saber introduce himself he didn't want to be to forward with his own servant. Saber had proven to be a bit moody on the way to the church, but at the same time he was patient, and calm. He didn't know enough to call him kind but he seemed to be as such. As would be expected of a Knight of the Rounds. "Saber Class Servant. Charge to Leon Winchester. I will serve as needed; Red Faction shall fall be it to my blade, or the weapons preferred by my allies. I see no chance that they will survive." Saber said stoically as he stepped forward himself but he made no attempts to move ahead, or stay behind Leon. For his own part Leon offered a hand to Aksha. "I'm not sure what shall lay after this skirmish with Red but for the moment I hope we can get along well in our own right. I won't say I know much about your culture, and my own nation has had its issues with your religion in particular but I have no grudges against you personally sir. I'm a mage, first, and foremost." Leon said calmly to Aksha.
Anderson smiled, and nodded. "Heh alright I'll play along...Church Executor, and Reverend Anderson is my name though I think you may know that by now given what happened in London. Master of Berserker. Don't bother with her unless you cut yourself you're probably not going to get through to her. She's a bit thick in the head." Anderson said introducing himself as Berserker had already vanished from sight more than likely she had entered the church when no one was looking. Anderson didn't seem to pay her much mind more than likely the two had come to some understanding, or an attempt at one. Berserker was an odd one she spoke with little malice, but was overtly critical regarding medicine, and germs. It was like she only had one singular drive at any moment in time.
"Your version of god has no real dominion over this church servant. I am very aware of your power, and your strength but I thought you people honored respect, with respect? Have you no rules about your master eating our bread, and salt then defiling our household? We grant you asylum, and a place to plan your work. We do not grant you the right to disbar our faith, and our place of prayer." Father Howard said with a blunt tone as he stared at Archer without fear, nor malice. He clearly wasn't happy about the matter but he showed little outward disgust, or fear towards the Archer servant. As the master approached Father Howard nodded at him, and simply sighed "To deal with things is to be expected of a priest in my position. I agreed to give you rest, and I respect that you know your boundaries good sir. And you there pagan servant. I know not your real name but I thank you for your words." Howard stated further to the young man in front of him, and then to the servant Rider.
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Leon stepped forward, and nodded "Well if we're introducing ourselves again...A pleasure my name is Leon, Leon Winchester. I'm not a master mage by any means but I am not a liability either I would hope that we can get along until Red Faction is disbarred, and destroyed for their crimes against the Church, and the Mage's Association." Leon said as he let Saber introduce himself he didn't want to be to forward with his own servant. Saber had proven to be a bit moody on the way to the church, but at the same time he was patient, and calm. He didn't know enough to call him kind but he seemed to be as such. As would be expected of a Knight of the Rounds. "Saber Class Servant. Charge to Leon Winchester. I will serve as needed; Red Faction shall fall be it to my blade, or the weapons preferred by my allies. I see no chance that they will survive." Saber said stoically as he stepped forward himself but he made no attempts to move ahead, or stay behind Leon. For his own part Leon offered a hand to Aksha. "I'm not sure what shall lay after this skirmish with Red but for the moment I hope we can get along well in our own right. I won't say I know much about your culture, and my own nation has had its issues with your religion in particular but I have no grudges against you personally sir. I'm a mage, first, and foremost." Leon said calmly to Aksha.
Anderson smiled, and nodded. "Heh alright I'll play along...Church Executor, and Reverend Anderson is my name though I think you may know that by now given what happened in London. Master of Berserker. Don't bother with her unless you cut yourself you're probably not going to get through to her. She's a bit thick in the head." Anderson said introducing himself as Berserker had already vanished from sight more than likely she had entered the church when no one was looking. Anderson didn't seem to pay her much mind more than likely the two had come to some understanding, or an attempt at one. Berserker was an odd one she spoke with little malice, but was overtly critical regarding medicine, and germs. It was like she only had one singular drive at any moment in time.
Alright starting now Rocks Fall everyone dies is in effect. Death is death. Any complaints ends up with a 'Nope don't care'. No more bitching at me this all has put me in one hell of a foul mood. I'll edit the post, and have Skull's boys help Verd out.
@Zelossefine but I'm not pulling anymore punches real bad fuck ups are death period. I made the call knowing the do could die.
You can see him as Satan for all I care he's the farthest thing from a power fantasy I'm not some raging sociopath I am not nor ever intend to be like skull. If anything I alignment more to east. White skull is a copy of skull face from mgs 5. He has no real authority outside of what group he's assigned to if you don't like how I do things stern then leave keep going on about it and ill force you out. If you think you can do better you're free to make your own to.
Alright i'll post tomorrow. I'm having a bit of drama on my other rp. A player broke a bunch of cures meant to save the group from one of their allies mad demented acts, and everyone is pissin' on me for it despite making it clear that the situation was exactly that.
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