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4 yrs ago
Current I think watching fight scenes can help in general terms with writing combat, since it can give you an idea of flow and choreography.
4 yrs ago
At least if you're writing something you know, with knights.
4 yrs ago
I mean, depends on what you're writing, and the tone and theme of what you're writing. Trained armored knights were legitimately monstrous on the battlefield, so looking up how they fought helps.
4 yrs ago
As much as there's a lot of reasons twitter sucks, I genuinely don't want to see it die for the sake of all the artists who now rely on it. Hoping the shithead stops trying to directly administrate.
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4 yrs ago
roleplayerguild.com/posts/5… If anyone's up for fighting some kaiju, why not try out my new RP, Godzilla: YATAGARUSU?

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@hatakekuro: I need more on his personality as entertaining as that is. ^^;

@ASTA: Well then, that's a new one. I'll need to see a complete bio before I can judge it, though, eh-heh.
Street Dragon didn't hesitate. Kids were in trouble, especially since their mom was out like a light. Getting in through the damaged door, she carefully wrapped her arms around the first, a young blond girl with long pigtails, and pulled her out just as carefully. Thankfully it didn't look like any body parts had gotten stuck anywhere as she helped her down onto the concrete. "Your mom's gonna be okay, alright? Just gotta get your little brother now."

The boy with short brown hair didn't seem that much younger, but he still seemed younger. Rei pulled him out quickly and carefully and set him near his sister, and they both hurried over to their mother. Rei wiped her forehead, and watched as the battered paramedics and civilians who were showing up. Whew, that would make it so they could save a lot more people a lot more quickly.

"Glad to have help," she said with a grin, "Those alien bastards sure got their asses kicked, but now we've gotta make sure everybody's okay."
Okay, sorry for the lack of posting. For some reason I'm hitting a bit of a wall but Kritical's GM post helped me out. I think I'll have one done tonight.
Okay, so, for everyone on the Tanngrisnir and on the Client World, what do you think I should do?

Basically I'm trying to figure out a solution to the current issue with people having dropped out.
Saber - Restaurant District, Yggdrasil


Saber contemplated the suggestions that Nono had made for a moment, mulling them over. A new type of technology seemed the most likely. The King of Knights was not exactly the most versed in technology, but she had a decent enough understanding and guessed that it was still being developed rather frequently. However, unauthorized transit should have made it harder for the woman with the katana to escape… The second option was possible, but it was not something the blonde girl liked to consider.

“… If there is a traitor,” she began, her expression hardening, becoming far more cold, “They deserve nothing less than the harshest punishment that can be granted. To do such a thing would be one of the deepest possible acts of dishonor.”

Saber paused for a moment and continued with her meal. The warm, delicious food helped to distract her from that thought… certainly, she did not like to contemplate such a possibility. However, her contemplation was torn away from her entirely when the restaurant’s chef approached.

The girl was tiny, looking as if she shouldn’t even be out of elementary school. And yet she had the characteristic chef’s hat and the full outfit. When she spoke, her voice was cheerful and light.

“Ah, I was told there were agents!” she said, happily. She swept off her hat and bowed low. “Thank you for attending my restaurant!”

Meanwhile, it was possible that the sight of an ‘All-you-can-eat’ restaurant would catch the eye of a certain dethroned royal and her knights.

Kirisame Marisa, Client World 12262009-A(Macross)


Marisa paused at the end of her meal, blinking. It had managed to vanish in seconds, given the pace she had set. Oh, yeah, it was probably good to do a check when it came to this kind of thing… Swiftly, she lifted her hat up and reached beneath it, pulling out the earpiece. She mimicked Kakine’s motions, adjusting it and fixing it on carefully. She flicked the switch, then grinned and gave the boy a cheerful thumbs up. “EARPIECE O-oh hey wait where’s she going?”

The cost of the meal was slammed on the table, before Marisa hopped to her feet. Misaka was just kinda walking off all of the sudden… maybe following her would lead to some place where she could steal everything. That’d be pretty awesome if it was the case!

The Leader, Shadow Eternity Headquarters


The Leader glanced up at the capsule. Gently, she ran her hand along the capsule, and the outside of it shimmered. Within, suspended in what seemed to be some sort of faintly blue-tinted fluid, was the slender form of a deeply pale girl. Dead Master was nude, though her modesty was preserved by a pair of circular life-signs monitoring devices connected to the sides of the capsule with a series of tubes. Her hands, either covered in some form of armor or simply black claws, gently twitched. Her green eyes were shut tight, it was clear she was not conscious.

“… My intent for her is simple,” The Leader began. Her mask made her face unreadable, but it was clear her gaze was fixed on the girl. “She is to be my witness. I wish for her to see the fruition of my plan and the destruction of the UMMA.”
IC is posted!
The guitar leaned gently against her seat. It was a fine black leather armchair, created with some of the finest materials in the entire world. Hirayama Chinatsu, President of Sengoku High School’s Student Council, sat, resting her hand on the top of the guitar as she remained completely still. Well, that wasn’t entirely accurate. Her slender fingers tapped upon the right arm of the chair, gently repeating a simple pattern of four taps, one for each finger. The Student Council President was deep in thought. There was much on her mind, today. To many, it was another school day in Sengoku City. To her, it was another link in the chain that would raise all the trash in this city from their pathetic, worthless state to something worth caring about.

Yes… The long, long chain to success.

Chinatsu rose to her feet, taking her guitar in one hand as she strode out. The daily address would be occurring quite soon. She would not allow herself to do any less then her best.

It would soon be time.

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It was lunchtime at Sengoku High School. Members of the disciplinary committee patrolled the halls, sharp eyes on the lookout for any students who were doing anything aside from getting a meal. The food provided by the school was prepared by the Cooking Club. If you were loyal, you got a decent meal, club members got a better one. Club leaders got one that was even better… and members of the Student Council received an excellent, gourmet meal far beyond all of the others. In the President’s words, it was to set an example of what the truly loyal could obtain for themselves. After all, those in the Student Council were the most loyal to her in the entire school.

As for those on the “trash” level, well… the food they were provided with was edible? The cooking club had seemingly pulled out all the tops on making in the most unpleasant sludge possible. It was as if they had distilled the horribleness of all of the world’s worst restaurants into one perfect storm of absolute disgusting food, and yet prevented it from actually causing any harm to the students who consumed it. Of course, outside food was allowed, but this didn’t exactly make things better and there was even a steep fee for bringing it in, while the school lunches were free.

The President’s addresses always came directly after lunch, as well.

Of course, some students tried to take advantage of the relative peace of lunchtime to perform a bit of rebellion…

The boy grinned as he shook the spray paint can. This school was way, way too damn strict, and he… he…

Where had that shadow come from…?

Nervously, he turned around to see the form of one of the Disciplinary Committee’s finest.

“Uh… uh… uh…” he stared wide-eyed up at him. “… It… was a j-joke…?”

“Attempted defacement of school property… GO SEE THE HEAD!”

And with that, the huge Disciplinary Committee student’s hand latched out on wrapped around the boy’s hand. He had only a moment to let out a whimper before he was suddenly spun repeatedly, both the student’s arm and the boy blurring rapidly as the speed picked up further and further… before he was hurled high into the sky, rocketing through the air like he was the ball in some kind of incredibly violent sport. Screaming for his life, the boy rocketed higher and higher into the sky, carried above the cloud layer as the air rushed past him… before hurtling back downwards. In retrospect, this was quite a bit worse than the going up part.

The boy covered his face as he hurtled towards the ground. The roof of one of the school buildings was rapidly approaching, he was going to hit it…!

And then it opened. Well that was a relie-

There was a loud smash as the boy’s head was buried up to his neck in solid concrete, right outside the Disciplinary Committee’s office.

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It had been the perfect damn plan. Eiko was pretty damn pleased with herself.

She rested her bat on her shoulder. Sneaking out during lunch… alright! The fighting was pretty hard to conduct during class time, but sneaking out during lunch was the perfect plan. Sure, she had small numbers, be she was pretty confident in herself. The plan was simple, take out the tanks guarding the school gate, break through the main defenses and take the President on right in the middle of her address! She’d wipe the smug look off that bitch’s face for sure! She leaned around the corner of one of the many smaller buildings surrounding Sengoku High School’s ground. They hadn’t spotted her or her gang sneaking out… Oh yeah, this was going to be awesome!

It was just a matter of watching and waiting for the right time. She glanced back. Sure, her gang was only six people… but they were pretty damn dedicated! … When they got here. They’d all said something about grabbing a bite to eat while they weren’t subjected to the School’s terrible “trash” food.

But they’d be here soon! Yeah!

… Hell, if they weren’t, Eiko would do it herself.
@Keyblade: I'd like to know a bit more about the swords? You don't really give any idea what they're like. ^^; Also you forgot the important part.

@Rin: Accepted.

IC posted!
The RP is still accepting, so yeah. ^^;
When he's done I'll look him over.
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