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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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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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Chinatsu sighed. Someone was bothering her. In this case, it was someone she vaguely recognized. She didn't know much about Yamamoto Chie, aside from the fact that she existed and lead the Delinquent Club. She didn't expect someone so polite to be the one behind a club like that, but at the same time it didn't really matter very much. She had already decided what her response would be to anyone begging her to join their club.

She wasn't here for that.

Chinatsu wasn't here to just join a club and help them become more powerful. She didn't care about the system that was in place. Not really. Unless it got her closer to taking on the Student Council president, she couldn't care less.

But the diminutive brunette supposed she couldn't just ignore her. If she tried to, it was very likely that the taller girl would simply persist and keep attempting to ask about whatever it was. As a result, in the long run, responding now and shutting her down quickly would mean that the matter would be settled.

"What is it?" asked Chinatsu.

@RolePlayerRoxas
Okay, probably actually going to end up updating on Monday but we'll see if that's how it goes for sure or not. It'll be no later then that at least.
@RoflsMazoy: If everyone in your scene has replied, you can reply.

Everyone's in different places.
@FlappyTheSpybot: It'd have to be a single device that mode-changes.
And there we go! Sorry if I missed any mentions, there's a lot of players. ^^;
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?

@Rin@Rabidporcupine@HereComesTheSnow@HereComesTheSnow@Crowvette@RoflsMazoy@Bartimaeus@Gentlemanvaultboy@King Cosmos@MonkeyBusiness@OwO@Cerces22@Duoya@RolePlayerRoxas
@FlappyTheSpybot: It's basically our world, yes.

Also, as stated before, I'll be kicking this off today or tomorrow most likely!
@Spike: I'm sorry, you can't be Ryuuk.
Saber - Benienma


Benienma gave the boy a sympathetic look. She could hardly blame him for the guilt he must be feeling, now, knowing that the Servant he had summoned proceeded to immediately attack one of his friends. Knowing that everything he had done had failed for reasons entirely beyond his control.

"..."

The tiny redheaded girl took a deep breath as she began to lead the boy away from the alleyway, geta clicking against the concrete as she walked, her ponytail swaying behind her.

"Even if it failed... the fact you tried to stop him speaks of the kind of person you are dechi. Even having seen it fail, knowing he could perhaps kill you, you still tried dechi," she spoke, doing her best to be reassuring. She wasn't sure if her words would reach him, but she had to try.

One the way to the nearest CCF center, Benienma contacted her Master through her cell phone, sending a text massage to clarify the situation.

[The rogue Berserker is dead, though something seemed unusual about the way he disappered. I'm taking his Master to the district's CCF Center. He is not guilty, but we have to learn what he knows.]

The CCF Center itself was a white and blue building, almost a perfect cube with smaller cubes at either side of it. It had a very modern appearance to it, something shared by every CCF center across Fusang. As Benienma guided Jason into the building, she was greeted by the sight of several different people, including another Servant.

She was a young woman with long, purple hair, clad in a somewhat unusual outfit with a flowing cape, a cross-shaped cutout in the front, and ribbons in her hair. The dimunutive Saber recognized her immediately as Saint Martha, who seemed to be busy with other matters involving a shuddering young man with rather expansive hair, who seemed to have been quite guilty of something.

Benienma guided Jason towards the back rooms for questioning.

"... We'll be waiting until my Master arrives," she explained, "But don't blame yourself for this. We'll catch the one who interfered with your command seals dechi."

@PKMNB0Y




Saber - Arturia Pendragon and Kobayashi Seria


"Sir Lancelot is the most skilled Knight of the Sword," Arturia responded to her Master, clarifying the nature of the Knight of the Lake as she approached the center of the arena, "... As for snacks, I would not protest if you chose to purchase more."

She approached both of her knights. Between the two of them, neither of their performances had been anything to be ashamed of. Lancelot had performed admirably, and Mordred... whatever feelings still laid within the King of Knights' heart, Mordred's determination to win had been that of a true knight. That being said...

"Both of you fought well," she commended her knights, "However, Sir Mordred, that was considerably reckless of you. While claiming victory by allowing yourself to be struck is hardly an invalid strategy, even a Servant possessed of Battle Continuation can only suffer so much damage before they are no longer able to fight."

She tried to measure her admonishment. The truth was she did not desire to treat Mordred in a manner that could be called unfair, but she also wanted to treat her evenly. Recklessness should be treated as it was, even if it secured victory it had to be a measured risk, not one that could potentially lead to defeat.

Arturia paused for a moment. Ah... Tristan..."

"... Do not worry, Chiron," she said, finally, "Tristan's sadness is not something you should consider seriously."

After all, the redheaded Archer seemed to be sad at all times... and it was often impossible to tell if he was awake or asleep, if he was sitting still.

A smile came to her lips, however, at the thought of challenging enemies in the Arena. To demonstrate her capabilities in honorable combat...!

"Indeed, I would be happy to participate!"

Seria relaxed, somewhat, when she saw Mordred's jaw mend before her eyes, lost teeth reappearing as if they had never disappeared in the first place. This left her totally unprepared, however, when the blonde knight suddenly grabbed her and held her close. For a moment, the small redhead simply sat there, her cheeks growing bright red as she barely registered even a single word coming out of her Saber's mouth from that moment onward. It was only when she stopped speaking that Seria, who practically had steam pouring out of her ears, was able to speak.

Being grabbed like that, before such a crowd, where so many people could see...

"Y-y-y-you dummy!"

It wasn't the most biting insult by far.

@PKMNB0Y@KoL@Raineh Daze
I only have one SSR on NP2, which is Jack on NA.

Also I'll be getting up a response today!
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