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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.
3 yrs ago
At least if you're writing something you know, with knights.
3 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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Ayumi unwrapped her katana and tossed the sheet onto the duffel bag she had brought the weapon in, leaving it behind in the shrine as she passed through the portal as well... Alongside those she had traveled here with, there was also the gashadokuro's lingering skull. This place still felt so strange and unnatural, but this time the middle school girl wasn't going to let it get to her. She had someone she wanted to protect, someone she wanted to rescue from this terrible place. Regardless of what happened, she wouldn't give up on that goal. No, Ayumi was determined to save Satonaka Chie from whatever horrible things they would come across. Gripping the sheathed katana in one hand, she moved forward quickly down the stairs, not waiting too much for the others behind her.

"We have to move, every moment could be another one where Satonaka-san is in danger," she said, looking back at them for only a moment as she made her way downwards, "So there's no time to waste at all!"
If the posts aren't up by next Monday, I'm continuing with the RP. It shouldn't be too big a jump.
@CondorTalon: Go ahead with that, as long as it's not unreasonable and weird for a school layout you can make those kinds of assumptions.
@Pandapaw23: You can challenge, or if you attack someone and they fight back, it becomes a battle too.
@Pandapaw23: There's some things I'd like to talk to Roxas about with that.

Anyway, RP started!
Two Years Ago, today...


The student body of Shiroyama High School was rigorously assembled. They had not been told why they were meeting, nor had they been told how long it would be. Just that attendance was mandatory, and that they would be privy to some newly-instated school rules. Most of the students didn't have any idea what these rules would be. Shiroyama High School, one of Japan's fourteen battle schools, had been an easier place then most of them fought. Battles were hardly mandatory and when they did occur they were usually over pretty quickly. Indeed, Shiroyama had a reputation as the 'slacker school' among the battle schools, and for a while it seemed as if it would be out of the running for any kind of tournaments that may have occurred. It seemed like Japan's number of battle schools was destined to go down by one, now.

At least, that's how it had seemed.

Until she stepped onto the stage.

Radiant and resplendent, there walked the stage Yukimura Atsuko. Her flowing, black hair, and fair, beautiful features... the militaristic, heavily-modified school uniform... In her hand, she clutched the sheath of a katana.

Following behind her was another girl, much shorter, much more young-looking. She was clad in a less modified uniform, this one more along the lines of the standard sailor uniform... only pink and blue.

When Atsuko reached the center of the stage, she stopped. The black-haired girl turned on her heel to face the assembled students of Shiroyama High School, slamming the tip of her sheathed katana down on the wooden stage with a sound that echoed through the room. The murmuring students found themselves suddenly falling quiet.

"Students of Shiroyama High School!" declared Yukimura Atsuko, her voice carrying across the room, "I, your new Student Council President, have seen what kind of school this is. One of indolence and relaxation, hardly worthy of being known as one of Japan's Fourteen Prestigious Battle High Schools! This is an outrageous and unacceptable degeneration!"

An irritated muttering swept over some of the crowd, but another slam from Atsuko's sheathed katana silenced them for the moment.

"As a result, I have worked with Shiroyama's faculty. This school is in need of a drastic restructuring in order to ensure that it does not lose its place among the fourteen schools! I have created a new set of rules, and incentives to temper yourselves in battle!"

"Oi oi!" interjected a voice from the crowd, a boy. He had a jacket, a pompadour... stereotypical delinquent, it seemed, "Whaddaya doing, messing with our daily school lives? What if we like it all relaxed 'n stuff?"

He placed a heavy AE club on one shoulder, like a baseball bat.

"... Then you cannot be considered a student of Shiroyama High School," Atsuko responded.

"Eeeehhh?" the male student glared, "... Fine! You wanna battle!? I'll knock your block off!"

Raising his bat, the boy charged the stage and leaped onto it.

What happened next was almost impossible to observe. Atsuko's arm had moved, but her katana had remained sheathed. The delinquent boy had been sent across the stage, skidding across the wooden floor, unconscious. He rolled off silently and fell to the ground with a thump.

"... As I was saying! I have put in place a new set of rules for all students of Shiroyama High School!" the resplendent girl declared, "These rules will be conveyed to you via the tablets each student has been provided with!"

Indeed, there was a box at the feet of each student. Within was an identical tablet, labeled with the student's name and a... chibi of the girl who was accompanying the Student Council President, winking and giving the thumbs up.

"Be prepared to regain this school's lost glory, Students of Shiroyama High School!"




Present Day


It has been two years since the new rules were introduced. In those two years, Shiroyama High School had become one of the most intense and competitive of the fourteen Battle Schools in Japan. In those two years, the rules that determined rank and student privileges had brought a vast change over the student body.

But right now, it was lunch time.

Right now, students were having their meals.

Right now, it had been a day since the rather explosive lunch time of the previous day. Akamatsu Yuusuke, a Level 10 student, had felt rather cocky and decided to pick on the transfer girl who had shown up earlier that day. First he tried hitting on her, and then mocking her when she turned him down. Then he got angry.

Moments later, he had been flat on his back, a thin cut along the front of his body. He'd been defeated in seconds by a Level 0 student no-one had seen fight before.

That Level 0 student had promptly declared that her goal was to defeat Shiroyama's Unbreakable Student Council President.

That Level 0, or rather, that Level 5 student was now eating lunch on the roof.

Chiba Chinatsu's lunch consisted of octopus-shaped sausages, egg, rice, some vegetables... umeboshi in the rice, as well. All in all, it was fine and she was fine with eating it. It didn't particularly leave an impact on her. It was just something to eat. She didn't need anything more then that. Her focus, today, was instead on her goals for her time at Shiroyama High School.

Her single goal, rather. To defeat Yukimura Atsuko. Absolutely, completely, defeat Yukimura Atsuko. Chinatsu was determined not only to beat the Student Council President, but beat any student that stood in the way of her doing so. She'd take on the whole school if she really had to.

But for now, no-one else had stood up and challenged her yet. So she quietly remained, eating her lunch.

Ryu was sheathed on her lower back. Indeed, nearly all students carried their weapons on them at all times. In this regard, Chinatsu was no different. So far, she had rejected using her battle points, or any privileges offered to her by her rank up. She hadn't even chosen to modify her uniform, nor had she joined any clubs.

Chiba Chinatsu was perhaps something of enigma.

But right now, students all across the vast school grounds were simply enjoying lunch.

For now.

But who could say what would happen on this Daily Battlefield?

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Still trying to decide on a replacement for her. ^^;
"..."

For a few moments, Hikaru silently observed her surroundings. This was, of course, the place she had seen in her dreams. What she had previously assumed to be the product of a late night no longer seemed to be so. The detective elected to remain quiet, however. The small girl with the bells in her hair and the miko outfit had a number of different questions to answer to, given the strange situation they now found themselves in. As a result, Hikaru decided that the most natural option would be one of observation. She would allow others to ask their questions first, and observe her surroundings and the responses of the girl in question.

Who, for her part, seemed rather stunned for a moment. Not one, but two people had just questioned her gender?

"Ah... that's... Look, what does it matter?!" she suddenly cried, letting out a huff and folding her arms. Was she... pouting? Certainly that shattered some of the mysterious image around her, but it wasn't long before she had regained her composure. "... In any case, this place is where I can most freely interact with humanity. You're humanity, aren't you?"

She cocked her head to one side, eyeing the assembled students. "You felt that way when I contacted you before."

So the dreams were some form of contact...? Hikaru nodded to herself. Her initial shock had been replaced with a desire for answers.

The question about the unpaid groceries went absolutely ignored.

The next question Tsukuyomi chose to address was from... ah, Manami? Yes, Yamada Manami. It was impossible not to recognize the straightlaced student. A model adherent to school rules, to say the least. Hikaru noticed what she could only assume now was a goddess show a mild twitch of irritation at having a familiar honorific applied to her, but in this case she didn't make any sort of outburst.

"This is a hollow space, a location in which the mediums of the collective unconscious and the waking world are uninterrupted," Tsukuyomi explained, "While there's nothing stopping from me appearing to you anywhere I so choose, this location allows me the most freedom. This hollow space is located in my domain, as well."

Tsukuyomi's domain... At that, Hikaru had to speak up.

"So, you're saying that this 'hollow space' is located within the moon?" she asked, her voice calm and level.

"... Ah? Yes, you could say that," Tsukuyomi replied, with a nod, "But regardless, there's more pressing matters to attend to. All of you have seen Strange Gospel, haven't you?"

Was that what this was about? Was this... deity... it still felt so surreal to realize that was what Tsukuyomi must be, also concerned with Strange Gospel? Just what was the phone app?

"Its origins are not of your world," Tsukuyomi continued. Behind her, one of the screens lowered itself, and suddenly stretched, expanding wider and wider, displaying in full the bleak cityscape. The strange sky. And yet... somehow, so recognizable... "It came from the Apocrypha. In order to stop it, you'll need to go there, as well."

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Konpaku Youmu


Calling her by her given name, using such a familiar honorific... the small pale-haired girl felt uncomfortable about it, but now was hardly the time to bring it up.

Youmu's reaction was instant. In a flash, she had put enough distance between herself and her attacker that Roukanken's blade could easily reach her opponent, but a dagger could not so easily reach her. In this single motion, she had also drawn Hakuroken, holding both her katana in her hands. The blades glittered in the sunlight, as she stood ready. This was not the opponent she had anticipated, but she was ready to fight her nonetheless. At this close range, patterns were inadvisable, especially in a densely populated area. Granted, not even her sword strikes would be lethal due to her use of danmaku rules, but she hardly wanted to hit anyone who wasn't involved with the fight.

In the blink of an eye, her phantom half trailing behind her, Youmu immediately slashed with Roukanken, the long blade flashing, before swiftly following up with Hakuroken in a double-slashing attack intended to overwhelm defenses and cut off escape routes.




Goldibanne


Someone had knocked her over. And the grabbed her. And then pulled her back up... and... pressed a knife to her neck? How rude... Threatening to kill her, too... Goldibanne let out a sigh. This girl had no idea what she was getting into, did she? She didn't. There was no way she did. And so the living doll decided to helpfully educate her on her folly.

Goldibanne grinned. Slowly, she looked back over her shoulder, her head turning just slightly too far, that little extra distance that a human would not have been capable of due to their spinal column. She put on her best piercing stare, as well, to go with the wide grin. Who could say that Goldibanne didn't take every opportunity to have fun in all forms? She always did, no matter what kind of fun it would prove itself to be.

"Goldibanne will get it?" she asked, her tone almost innocent, "Oh, do you intend to kill Goldibanne if that girl doesn't back away? Fufufu~ You've made a terrible, wonderful, horrible, delicious mistake, Underling-chaaaaaan~"

Her grin widened further.

"Goldibanne wonders if you'll let go before you make another mistake~ Oh, well, it doesn't matter~ I'll get to have fun either way~"

@Hammerman@PKMNB0Y@PaulHaynek
Amalie Georg Faust, Caster - Scandinavia


"Edeltaud?!"

Caster stared in shock and horror at the sight of her demonic familiar's severed arm, dripping blood profusely onto the ground. The butler, to her credit, did not seem too swayed by the grievous loss of her arm. Well, not too noticeably, but Caster could see how she was slightly swaying, her breathing heavier. Edeltaud clearly was in pain, but doing her best not to show it. Fretting for a few moments, clutching Gretchen tightly, the tiny girl didn't know what to do at all. Well... at least, until Gretchen helpfully reminded her. That was right! Her friends were given bodies by her, and these bodies were under her control. So it wasn't as if her ability to help was out of her reach, even with and injury as severe as this!

Edeltaud suddenly felt a warm sensation around the severed stump of her arm, as the huge wolf drew ever closer. Glancing down, realizing the pain was rapidly fading, the demon noticed that motes of white light were gathering at the injury... and, stretching from it, now, was the rapidly-forming shape of a new arm. Her Mistress had reformed the severed limb, prana-formed bare flesh reconstructing itself swiftly. Even her suit was formed by her summoner's mind, and therefore the reformed limb was soon followed by her sleeve repairing itself to perfect condition.

It was just about then that the wolf was almost upon her.

Edeltaud was not a Servant. In spite of what she had already withstood, her body would likely come apart under a single blow from one. However, this wolf was not a Servant, either. And certainly, it did not have the reflexes that Faust had imbued her with.

In a flash, Edeltaud had sidestepped the wolf and made her way behind it. Grasping it from behind with both hands, she suddenly reared backwards, hoisting the creature off of its flailing feet, bending back to send it crashing head-first into the ground with enough to crater it, crushing the top of its skull and breaking its neck in a single motion. The moment the wolf's feet stopped kicking, Edeltaud shoved the corpse away and straightened, raising her fists once more and adopting a wide, ready stance.

Caster, meanwhile, was overjoyed that her friend had recovered so swiftly, bouncing on her feet with excitement.

"Aaaah, did you see that, Gretchen?! Did you see that, Master?! Edeltaud is so cool!" she said, cheerily, "I'm really happy I made her she's really helpful she knew how to use the natural weakness of these monsters immediately!"

How the natural weakness of a giant demon wolf was the suplex was anyone's guess.

"Aaah, we're going to be done soon, aren't we?" the tiny girl continued, "Does that mean we'll have cake? Do they have cake back in these times? If they do I wonder if it's like a viking cake would viking cake have alcohol in it and be decorated with spears or something because that's what vikings like vikings also like boats would they have boats I've never been on a boat before is it fun I don't know if it'd be fun but it seems like fun to travel on top of the water but does that mean we'd be attacked by sea serpents?"

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