Zarkun

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

How do you change the text size?

Edit: Never mind.

@Rockin Strings

Also, uh, there's some other things you need to fix. Starting with figuring out where he is and then, rather than assuming he can join them, saying something like, "While I know not what exactly is going on, here is what I can do. Would you allow me to assist you?"

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

@Holy Soldier@Zarkun Is it too late to join the Halloween event? I could have Raziel wandering the train or already at the place they'll be dropped off at. And I bet he'd be invaluable in King Boo's mansion.

@Rockin Strings

He can be on the train. There's no logical reason for him to be waiting at Boo's Mansion.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

GM POST

Day/Time: Day Three-Morning
Location: Platform City Subway
Tagging: Six@Majoras End, The Heavy@ONL, Akira@Tenma Tendo, Slayer@Lugubrious

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As the last of the group boarded the train, the doors that had slid open upon Alucard's knock slid shut with a final sounding *thud*. Inside, the train was surprisingly well lit for being called the Doom Train and it's occupants, aside from the heroes, revealed to be an amalgamation of various Halloween creatures, from Vampires, like the Slayer, to werewolves and even zombies, though they seemed uninterested in the brains of those around them. As soon as the doors had closed and the Heroes all aboard, the train's whistle sounded and then, with a slight jerk forward, started moving. The group could feel the train gaining momentum before a voice sounded over the PA system, seeming to belong to the Headless Horseman himself. "Welcome, heroes, to the Doom Train! This year we'll be visiting one of your fallen fellow's many rivals, or rather the rival of his green hatted brother! Take this time to prepare, it's something of a trip."

The PA fell silent immediately after, but all the various monsters were now staring at the heroes, waiting to see what they would do.

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XP INITIATION IN NEXT GM POST!

GM Note: In the near future, all players will be required to keep track of their word count. XP will be awarded every GM post. Be sure to check the XP hider to see how much XP your character earned. Remember to keep your CSes updated. I have seen players slack in keeping their XP up-to-date and they have lost XP points because of it. I didn't take the XP away from them, they just didn't keep track of the XP on their own. It is YOUR responsibility if you want your character to level.

P.O.

If a player is inactive for more than 3 days without letting the GMs know of any delays, then the player can be skipped over on the 4th day. If a player does not wish to post, they can Mention the GM and let the GM know he or she "Passes" on his or her turn.

P.O.: Slayer, Akira, Heavy, and Six.

Falling Skies: Wavering Valor

Junior Lieutenant Aryo Jameson|Artemis Landing Bay

Having already moved away, Aryo missed the short confrontation between the ISS commander and his own and remained entirely unaware that the two were brother and sister. Instead, he was in the middle of settling into his own MAS cockpit when the klaxon sounded. The sniper rarely went into the Artemis' hangar without already wearing his flight armor, so all he needed to do was slip his helmet on before closing up the cockpit. The Archer fit the profile of a sniper beautifully, it's 60mm cannon sliding easily into place on his back as he did a cold start up.

Shortly after, Ingram's voice came over the comms, asking for a check in before they took off to relieve Sara' squad. After a moment's delay, the Ace's own mic connected with with the comms system and he spoke. "This is Irish, checking in. All systems are green." He then made sure that his rifle was secure in it's case behind the pilot's seat and then that his revolver wasn't going to fly out of it's holster on his upper thigh. Most of the 12th swore up and down that double, triple, and quadruple checking that his weapons were secure was overkill, but it was better, in the sniper's mind, to make sure he wasn't going to be killed by his own weapons during combat than to leave it to chance.

After a moment, and everyone else's check in, Aryo spoke up again. "Any word on the progress of the peace talks? I'm used to staying in one place for long periods of time, but his is starting to get absurd."

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Elias Joranis|Did Someone Say FUBAR?

When the E-web emplacement opened fire, Elias wasted no time diving into a nearby doorway as blaster fire from more pirates peppered the area that he and Sirka had, presumably, just vacated in order to avoid testing the durability of their armor choices. This was growing absurd, and Elias knew it. Hell, he was still stewing from the fact that one of Koren's contacts had fooled him just for a few extra credits. Poking his head around his doorway, he spotted their cargo, which was several crates of a size considerably larger than the smuggler had thought they'd be, and then had to duck back behind the corner to avoid taking fire.

Grumbling to himself, he jets across the open space and fires his blaster pistols several times in quick succession in the general direction of the E-web and it's support. While several of the bolts find a mark, putting those hit out of the fight one way or another, most of them did little more than force the pirates to duck down in cover while he crossed. Reaching the giant lizard woman, Elias points at the installation's location. "If I put a rocket to their heavy fire support, do you think you can handle suppressing their grunts long enough for us to secure the package? Or rather, packages."

FF7: SOLDIER [Big Game - Always Accepting!]

@Double@Tenma Tendo@Renny@Kal-El@Zarkun@Sudkurve@Karl Kadaver@Sarcelle Renard@Fuzzybootz

I'm just doing a role call. If you're still here just chime in even if you are active in discord and I see you regularly. I'm just doing a check before I move the game along Tuesday.

@Holy Soldier

Present.

FF7: SOLDIER [Big Game - Always Accepting!]

Name: Damian Seran
Role: Soldier 1
Location: Junon
Tag:Anyone with a Turk

The trip ended abruptly for the SOLDIER about half way down and, with a sigh, Damian dismounted the bars and continued down the stairs, looking in every room and every nook and cranny he could find. But no matter what, nothing stood out that didn't seem to belong to the current situation. He made a decision to stop in the Sister Ray's control room, where he began to rifle through everything. First he searched all the places that were out of sight, including some of the more obvious ones, starting with underneath one of the control desks with their computers. Sometimes it's the most obvious place that one never looks that hides the most dangerous threat. He found nothing in the first row, nor the second or the third. He then moved on to search the trash bins, all of which also turned up empty of anything useful. Sighing in annoyance, Damian moved out of the control room and resumed his descent.

"Alright," he said quietly to himself, "let's think about this. AVALANCHE hacked into the mechanized units stationed here, including the Metal Cricket, and then launched an attack on Junon. Now, if simply destroying the Sister Ray had been their goal, well, between all the Mechs and their own troops, they had the fire power. Hell, they had more than enough in firepower. So then why didn't they..." His journey and inspection of the rooms lead him to the base of the Sister Ray and looking around the its legs. He simply couldn't understand why they didn't just do the job before all the SOLDIER 1st Class showed up. Finishing his search around the second leg, he started with the third and froze as he rounded the corner to the eastern side, because what he saw in front of him caused all the questions he'd had to suddenly find answers. They didn't waste time destroying the Sister Ray because that wasn't their only target!

Pulling out his phone, he scrambled to get a call out to the Turks, spitting words into his microphone as fast as he could while the timer ticked down. "This is SOLDIER First Class Damian Seran. AVALANCHE has planted a bomb at my position, sending coordinates. We need EOD NOW!"

Falling Skies: Wavering Valor

Junior Lieutenant Aryo Jameson|Artemis Landing Bay

While Brit and Dell were busy with their card game and Atalyah tried to take his nap, a notion which he ultimately gave up on the sniper noted, Aryo sat towards the back of their makeshift circle, cleaning his sniper and taking apart and putting together his revolver. He rarely ever played cards, simply because the last time he had, even the great Matthew Sanders had found himself short a few of his favorite coffee rations and he refused to play with anyone who could out play him. At the mention of swindling the newbie out of their coffee, Aryo looked up from his cleaning to fix the man with a warning look. "Do I need to step in and play another round of cards there, Sanders? Pretty sure I'm running out of the coffee I won off you last time." He chuckled at the look of terror that crossed the man's face and returned to his cleaning.

Or at least, he did until the sound of a MAS landing in the hangar pulled his attention back up from it. This one must have been another ISS suit, since he knew that they weren't due to replace the other pilots from the 12th for at least another few minutes, and it was confirmed when the cockpit opened up to reveal the spook. While the Air Boss moved to find out what was going on, he returned to his cleaning once more, his mind traveling to his thoughts on the, well, Ingram put it well when he said Imperial Lapdogs. The Secret Service was a bunch of blindly loyal fanatics who were determined as all hell to make sure that the Imperial Family survived, to hell with everyone and anyone else. Aryo didn't agree with it, because their tactics often lead to the unnecessary loss of life and there was never a need for that.

However, it would seem this particular spook didn't like how the boss ran things because she was soon standing near the card game, demanding to know who was in charge of the 12th. Aryo finished the last of his cleaning, reassembled his revolver and stood as he holstered it, stretching. He took note of her rank and made sure to include it when he spoke. "Hey boss, spook commander wants a word." He headed past the woman towards his own MAS so as to store the rifle in it's place inside it and start getting ready to take off.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Damian Gerard|Repairing the Rifts

@Caits

Damain wrapped Penny in a hug as her flames died down and she spoke. He had no words of advice to give her, or at least, none that came to mind, but he did have something to help lift her spirits. "Ariel doesn't know your story either, nor could she ever hope to understand it the way I do. Give her time and give her space, and rather than trying to carry the world on your shoulders," Damian stepped back, a soft and warm smile on his face, "worry about what you know you can handle. You aren't the only S-Class wizard in this guild nor are you the only wizard in the world. Ariel has Nolan and the entirety of the rest of the guild to help her and eventually, she'll come to realize that anger at good intentions serves no purpose."

Letting his hands fall back to his sides, the Blade of Phoenix Wing turned to look towards the sea and the rising sun. As he watched it, a saying came to mind and he spoke it out loud. "Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery. But today? Today is a gift. That is why it's called the present."

James Hunt|A Test of Honor

@Lunarlors34

Shortly before dawn, James had awoken his swordsman-in-training and ran him through some drills, not only sword fighting, but some hand to hand training, during which the Paladin dismissed weapons and armor alike, and some physical training, focusing mainly on endurance and upper body strength. After words, the pair would have gone through their separate morning routines, and then headed for the construction zone. Upon arriving, it wasn't hard to find the client, as he was torn between yelling at what few workers bothered showing up and telling them to stay in sight as to avoid any more hostages, along with seeming somewhat jumpy himself. "Mister Takafumi? We're here to solve your gang problem."

Jane Addeson|Forgiving is a Pain

@Leslie Hall

For two months, Jane had done the exact same routine every day; wake up, get ready for the day, eat breakfast, work a job, come back, and sleep. After being stood up at the ball at the end of the Grand Magic Games, dealing with the rest of the guild wasn't a fun idea, especially since it had stung her pride and, to some degree, her heart, and she didn't want to lash out at someone unintentionally. The day had started out similar, with her just finishing a morning run, when she came through the doors to the guild hall. There was a crowd gathering for the trip to Tenrou Island, but she wasn't interested in going. However, another change from the usual caught the Energy Blade mage's eye.

At the bar, looking rather unhappy at that, was none other than Isabella, the girl who'd stood Jane up at the ball after the Games. However, as she detoured to speak with the girl, it wasn't anger she felt right at that moment, but curiousity at both why she had been stood up and why she looked like she'd eaten a bowl full of lemons. "Hey there, beautiful. What's with the sour face?" She took up a spot next to Isabella, standing and leaning against the counter.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Elias Joranis|Did Someone Say FUBAR?

Elias rounded on the lizard, using momentum and a nerve pinch to slip free of Sirka's grip, and locked a glare on her. "There IS no discussion to be had. I'm going to finish this job and I'm going to get you and your sister back to Paradise. Hold your petty grudge if you want, but I'm not going to spend the time after this job wondering if you're going to try and kill me. Believe it or not, shit happens." Turning away from her, the Mandalorian continued forwards until he could hear the sound of Sol'id's jetpack. "We're getting close."