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Ramattra

Level 7 - EXP 6/70
Words: 463 // +1 EXP
Beneviento Manor - The Frozen Highlands
Mentions: Blazermate @Archmage MC Heismay




With Blazermate supporting him, Ramattra was able to mow through the enemies, ambushing them from the floorboards. Robotic zombie parts would fly in the air with nuts and bolts as both fists ejected the attackers toward nearby walls. It seemed that Blazermate had found them susceptible to disintegration, taking care of stragglers that tried to escape the indoor battlefield. While Ramattra exhausted their forces more and more, Blazermate was able to finish them off, making a quick effort to dwindle their forces. Once the area had been secured, the entrance to the manor was now safe to investigate and for the travelling team to set up a base of operations. In passing, Ramattra could piece together that they were in this area in search of something… Unfortunately, the Omnic was just as unfamiliar with the area as they were. “It seems our interests may be mutually beneficial. You never told me your name, friend.” He brushed some of the dust of the foes off his monk garb as he spoke to Blazermate. Omnic or not, this blue robot had proven herself valuable in combat.

Ramattra helped the medabot begin locating any valuables in the first room, leaving the fireplace mechanism for later investigation, and pocketing the pieces of loose gold for later use. Nothing comes free! Afterwards, they collected whatever available furniture and tools they had to transform the frontmost room into a space with a large, dusty table set in the center. The group could figure out what to do with the rest if they so pleased, but it seemed their objective for the time being had been completed, and Blazermate was set to return with her group soon. With nowhere else to go until he got proper directions to the Monastery, Ramattra decided to tag with Blazermate for the time, wanting to gather information.

Along the way, they had caught up with a rather medieval-looking adventurer named Ace Cadet, who was also a part of this caravan that Blazermate was associated with. Once they regrouped at the foot of the hill with Heimsay and Sandaphlon. Ramattra was not told of the group's size, but given the new arrival party and what was said between one another, he assumed that this was not the rest of the group, and the party’s size was much larger in number. Now being properly introduced to the group, Ramattra would give a blunt bow to Heismay, who spoke to him. “I am the monk, Ramattra, brother of the Shambali Monastery. For the moment, I believe our goals align somewhat.” He nodded in cool acknowledgement of Heismay’s invitation to their efforts. Hopefully, this got him some answers or directions to a Monastery. “I am grateful for your hospitality, and may I aid you in the coming battle.”
Ramattra

Level 7 - EXP 5/70
Words: 755 // +2 EXP
Beneviento Manor - The Frozen Highlands
Mentions: Blazermate @Archmage MC




It seemed that this blue medical droid had been looking for something herself, perhaps something in that large manor Ramattra had passed by earlier?... Without much explanation and, well, a lack of anything better to do at the current moment, Ramattra decided to join the unnamed robot on her quest to examine the manor. Maybe there was someone there who could help guide the Omnic towards the Monastery? He looked up toward the Beneviento Manor in the distance, almost admiring the shoddy state it found itself in. If Ramattra could make facial expressions, it would wince in hesitation at the consideration that anything, let alone anyONE, useful to his quest. Well, at the very least, the droid next to him seemed interested in it…

On the hike there, the two of them engaged in… amusing discussion. At the very least, Ramattra found Blazermate’s comments about “medabots”, a term which meant nothing to the larger robot. He assumed it was some primitive robot from wherever the small robot hailed from. “You confuse me with someone else.” His tone was frigid and coarse, the displeasure seeping from the corners of his hypothetical mouth. How ironic they both seemed disconnected from their original worlds. “But your enthusiasm is appreciated. We will make the most of it.”

On their trawl there, Ramattra would half-hazardly guide Blazermate up the snowy hill, recalling the direction he had approached from and remembering the path he had taken, wading through thickets of dying trees. Deep footprints echo the pathway he had taken, drawing them behind the hill as the pair trekked the mounds of frost, leading them to the cobbled pathway that would take them the rest of the way up toward the building.

As they entered the building, the entryway was… somehow the exact way Ramattra envisioned it. He was relieved, however, to discover that there HAD been somebody living here, which meant this endeavor would be worth something. Ramattra was even able to uncover some coins that surely would be valuable elsewhere. Yet it still felt so abandoned… dusty… and something else felt off; the sheer presence of them in this building seemed to have awoken something deep in the bowels of the manor. At first, Ramattra mistook the rumbling in the floor as a faulty foundation, given the poor conditions of the residence, but was soon surprised to find himself and his new acquaintance ambushed by undead machines.

At the first sign of danger, Ramattra would clap his hands together, a loud chime ringing as the nanites he harnessed from his chest began to reshape his body into a hulking form, a larger pair of arms sidelining his smaller pair. Quickly, while his activation of Nemesis Form was still fresh, he grabbed one of the machines from the ground, his massive hand essentially throwing the robot away from the two for clearer space. “A sneak attack? Coward’s play.” Ramattra seemed tickled by the unusual event. It had been a few weeks since he had seen action, after all, monks are meant to be peaceful, though these primitive robots seemed beyond reason. They clawed and clawed, even leaving a small slit in the metal of Ramattra’s foot. “You’ve dealt with undead machines before? Then this should make for an easy fight. Time to prove your worth.”

With a barrage of barreling punches, Ramattra held off whatever threats he could while Blazermate assisted him, quickly mending the surface wounds on the Omnic’s metal. “A healer! How resourceful.” Ramattra praised the medibot as she performed her support duty. Strangely enough, the healing robot reminded him of another he knew… It seemed that severing had no significant impact on the enemies they were facing, which led Ramattra to believe that weakening or forms of immediate destruction were their best bet… It seemed Blazermate had more tools than he did, and he could only upkeep Nemesis Form for so long.

“We have to deal with these savages quickly!” He announced with a dire tone. Ramattra could feel himself reaching his limit as his Nanites grew weaker and weaker. His fists would continue to thrash and slam any zombies foolish enough to approach him. The monk desperately hoped the situation would die down, as he clung to the last few moments of his Nemesis Form. This battle would not be won from a distance, and Ramattra was in no position to be away from his heightened defensive mode. Thanks to Blazermate, he was able to continue the fight without keeling over, but he feared the worst.
Ramattra

Level 7 - EXP 3/70
Words: 1291 // +3 EXP
Outskirts of Snowdin - The Frozen Highlands
Mentions: Blazermate @Archmage MC




Ramattra was no Omnic who was afraid of the cold and the harsh winter of the humble area he had been wading through for hours. After all, a lifetime of training under the Omnic Monastery had gotten his circuits accustomed to freezing temperatures. Spending your entire consciousness atop a freezing mountain would do that to anyone. His artificial breath, the heat from his wires and electronic core, permeated the steam as the shuffling sound of snow and slush mushed and mashed underneath his robotic footprints. How long had he been travelling for now? While Omnics were entirely self-sustaining machines, he began to feel tired from the long distances he had been traveling, and there hadn’t been a single soul for miles and miles. He needed a break, after all, as a roaming monk, he didn’t know when his next one would be.

This was no longer the Omnic discontent with human existence; in fact, he seemed to encompass more of his previous ideology than anything else. It appeared in his gleaming form that he served more purpose as a monk than as a liberator of Omnics. Ramattra was, of course, entirely unaware of this change to his core values, his memory a muddled mess of stitched-together experiences shaping this fragment of the omnic he used to be. He looked backwards from his path, examining the direction he had just come from. A flurry of snow brightened the deep-colored cloudy landscape, giving him some visibility across the harshness he had faced the days prior. If it weren’t for the fact that he was gleaming, the crushing realization that he had been traveling endlessly in a straight line through snow would have hit him harder than any OR14 unit could punch him.

The Omnic was clad in a Traditional Omnic Monk Robe, which, while for him only served cosmetic purposes, definitely appeared more on the comfortable and warmer side for any fleshier individuals. This robe was gifted to him by the Omnic Monk Mondatta, who was the leader of the Shambali, the order of Omnic Monks that Ramattra studied under. It symbolizes his attachment to the order and serves as a reminder of his indoctrination in this unusual world.

Although his travels seemed long and drawn out, they were not without an end objective. Ramattra had heard word of a Monastery near these parts, though had only been given guidance through word of mouth and basic directions to landmarks nearby. He had been unsure of where else to go. With no other current motives, it only seemed natural to try returning to a lifestyle he felt was natural, and maybe in some way, that would return him to the path he had walked before losing his memories and becoming a shell of the Omnic he used to be. With nowhere else to go other than forward, Ramattra returned his gaze to the path ahead, hoping to see some sign of civilization soon.

After what seemed like an even longer travel distance, and passing by what appeared to be a crumpled wordsearch for children, it seems Ramattra’s silent prayers were swiftly answered, because the minute doubt lifted into his head, he found a small area of residence in the near distance, a sort of Christmas town by the appearance of green and red lights among assorted colors. The Omnic sighed in relief. Rest was soon to come his way just as he had wished, and maybe he could find some directions towards the nearby Monastery, or perhaps find some other call to action until he sorted himself out. With some newfound motivation, he held his head high, now having something to look forward to.

Ramattra’s main concern was not with finding food like any living person would, but rather to find quick and suitable lodging to rest from his long journey. There was a silent doubt in his mind that this town seemed too small to consider lodging, however, the looming manor in the distance certainly served to prove that maybe this town had been some point of interest other than just a small landmark. What kind of nobility would require such a grand building, and why did it appear so unkempt? His gaze turned to the sky as a large carrier of some kind approached from the opposite direction.

The Omnic had arrived in town conveniently at the same time as a large vehicle had released a small group of about a dozen passengers varying in size and shape, some human, some not. Unlike the group that arrived, Ramattra did not have the honor of knowing the town’s name, courtesy of the town sign being only on the western side. It occurred to Ramattra that he could gather information from this crew and figure out the layout of the area around him. After closing in on the small village, Ramattra sighed in disappointment, as it quickly came to his realization that this was some sort of recon team- looking for something rather than knowing where to find it. They asked around and collected resources, the same as he would be doing very shortly. Lodging seemed more important than interacting with this group at this realization, then, when he stood still to examine the group from a safer distance, something caught his attention: a figure, robotic in appearance. Was this… Another Omnic? In this part of the world? Or was it simply a human servant, the same as many non-Omnics found themselves to be?

With calm haste, Ramattra approached Blazermate along with her two other companions. “Excuse me for a moment. A word if you may.” He announced to the group in a stoic and staticky voice, just loud enough for them to hear from his current location. The snow made it hard to see, but as he closed the distance between the two, perhaps too late in the matter, he realized that this was no Omnic model he recognized, and therefore was likely not an Omnic in the first place. It was great that Ramattra was not the type to get embarrassed by an error like this, and he cooly corrected the mistake. “Er. That would be my error. I had mistaken you for somebody else.” His voice seemed to radiate heat despite being a machine, as the air around his mouth steamed with each word. Ramattra felt lucky he could lie due to his sentience, though it probably made little difference given the circumstances.

The Omnic seemed collected despite having approached a stranger and lied through his teeth to them. Maybe he could still make the most out of this situation. It wouldn’t hurt to at the very least figure out what the group was doing in Snowdin. “You wouldn’t… Happen to know where I am, would you? I’ve been searching for a Monastery for weeks with only failure.” Ramattra seemed… lost. Not just in the physical sense, but it appeared like his… well… everything was lost, a clear side effect of the gleaming. While sentiments were never something Ramattra particularly cared for, he knew that kindness could get him what he needed. “My apologies. I haven’t properly introduced myself. I am the monk Ramattra under the Shambali Monastery. While my motives here are my own, it is a… pleasure... to be in your acquaintance.” His hesitancy of kindness would be easy to note. Ramattra always seemed to have a sour tone towards those he distrusts. The Omnic would offer a low bow to the group, which almost seemed more automatic rather than out of respect. If there were doubt a robot could be a monk, the gesture certainly put that idea to rest…


Long time no see!

I'm sorry for my previous leave, unfortunately, with university, I just lost time to dedicate to the roleplay. I am set to graduate in a few months and will begin working this summer, but with that, I would like to return to the fray! I'd like to rejoin the discord to discuss my re-entry, but if you'd rather me submit a character sheet first, that'd be perfectly fine.

I'd also like to add that my literacy has improved since the last time I interacted with this group, and I'd like to put my writing to the test, since a writer is what I aspire to be.

Sorry for the formal message! I just didn't know how else to come back lol
@XoXKieroBombXoX: Discord's only for people who have gotten acceptances. OoC's where most of the character creation/choice stuff will be.


Awesome! Just wanted to know ahead of time what everything looked like. I'll be writing up a CS very soon, expect to hear from me.
Tossing a coin your way regarding my interest. Been looking for a Jojo RP for a bit now.
Howdy, I'm interested. Is there a Discord I can join? I plan on reading all the posts at the time being but I'd like to do some discussion before I decide on joining!

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Detroit






Once the rest of the group met up, Raiden, along with Geralt, Benedict, Susie, and the others, were given a brief rundown of their options. Tora chirped with his opinion based on what he and the others found in the scrapyard but was shot down when told the cons of his plan. "If we absolutely needed to, most of my organs are synthetic. I don't know how redshifting applies to machines, but I'm sure that'd open up some other possibilities. Plus, I really need to replace the pistol I sold. If we could find a merchant or some extra loot, I wouldn't mind snagging one. Call me selfish." Raiden added, giving some movement to their plans.

Following the group's lead up to the apartment complex, Raiden clipped his hook onto the skyline and followed alongside the group. Once they were zooming down the rails, Raiden took note of the horrific sights below, slums strewn with the poor, and a tall building pouring with the G-men they had encountered earlier today. Raiden followed Giovanna's lead up to the roof of a factory building where they were able to get a decent summary of the nearby locations in the industrial district. Raiden almost felt disheartened seeing the androids laboring so hard. He had no idea of their level of consciousness but felt poorly nonetheless.

Raiden heeded Poppi's alert of shady figures and made no waste of time to catch up. Raiden decided that with the explosives in play, stealth would be in order, but the rest of the gang had other ideas in mind. Before leaving on his own to deal with that individual problem, Raiden decided to help Susie with her request. He place a firm hand on the shoulder of her suit and looked her deadpan in the eyes. "I can shock you. Should give you a decent boost of electricity. Hopefully that helps." Raiden then deployed a light shock, surely not harmful to a robot, but might've still hurt maybe a little.

"I've got something down there I want to help with. If you guys can keep them busy from in front, I can help with the explosives." He took an alternative route down some ladders, sliding down the poles of each individual side, and made his way to the entrance opposite facing the hoodlums.



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