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STATUS: And maybe most people don't like getting a single line back in response to a few paragraphs? Like whatever floats your boat, but there's a reason Free exists. 2 yrs ago
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And maybe most people don't like getting a single line back in response to a few paragraphs? Like whatever floats your boat, but there's a reason Free exists.
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3 yrs ago
Hey now, he's becoming self-aware. Don't take that from him.
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3 yrs ago
If the man's is asking for a ban, might as well give it to him. Good riddance.
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3 yrs ago
Then you'd just be crying about why it's permanent instead.
3 yrs ago
Oh no, oh no. Someone warn his "roommate" Smarty's about to lose it.
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Eh, always did feel a bit of regret I didn't hop back in onto the Gamer RP. So expressing some tentative interest in this.
It was inevitable that the teacher’s attention would eventually come to Raule given the higher year’s class sizes. There were just over a dozen of his peers in the class and, beyond it, barely 200 fifth years if he wasn’t mistaken. Their low numbers and variety of classes inevitably meant a teacher was responsible for usually only a dozen students at most. He lifted his head from the hand that propped it up and looked at the teacher, eyes unfocused and distant. Blinking, he refocused on the obese teacher before asking, “I’m sorry Mr. Jovich, but could you repeat the question?” That was polite enough right?
Evidently just barely if the twitch of the man’s eyebrow was anything to judge by. “Very well, but do not let your attention slip in my class again.” Fat chance of that, but Raule simply nodded and waited for the man to repeat the question. “As I said, describe one of the events that led to the Age of Idiocracy’s end by the turn of the decade. A hint, if you require it, would be July 2018.” Raule nodded once the professor had finished speaking, frowning a bit, as he seemed to be lost in thought, trying to think of something.
“Well,” he said with a shrug after a few moments, “I have no idea Mr. Jovice.” Raule was surprised he managed to keep his face straight when the professor’s face bulged out in a show of emotions; likely disbelief and possibly anger. Hey, it wasn’t Raule’s fault that he didn’t take history too seriously, as most people didn’t, unlike their teacher.
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He let out a small sigh when the obese man shuffled his way out of the door, rubbing his forehead in annoyance. Oh he was sure there were interesting things about the subject, but even combat class would have been mind-numbing under Mr. Jovice. Ignoring the fact that he had probably painted a big target on himself for the professor, Raule glanced at his schedule once more before he trudged out the classroom to his next class alongside a few of his classmates.
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Flipping backwards, Raule felt his foot connect with a dummy’s chin before the construct was sent flying upwards. Spinning mid-air, he continued into an axe-kick that drove yet another robot into the metal floor. Grinding down on its head until the machine “died” and stilled, he hopped back to avoid a flurry of attacks the remaining machines launched at him. Blocking whatever he couldn’t evade, the trio of practice dummies pushed him back relentlessly. Eventually with a grin though, Raule stopped his retreat and stood firm in the face of their assault. Dozens of blows were traded between man and machines, with the intensity only increasing as the four came to a standstill.
Such a thing had to be broken though, and unsurprisingly, it was Raule that was sent flying away into the arena’s walls. Spinning so he landed feet first to absorb the impact, he didn’t lunge straight back into the fray against the three. The three remained motionless as he dropped back to the floor, simply content to observe. Cracking his neck, he was about to try again when the speakers came to life. “Raule, period’s over. Get yourself to lunch.” The four dummies, including the one he had downed, returned to their storage areas while he sighed in disappointment. Advanced Combat was probably the “funnest” hour of his schedule, and it was disappointing he had only managed to take down one of the dummies in the time. It wasn’t like he could just spend his free time here either. Anything other than their highest settings wasn’t enough of a challenge, and that was only allowed with staff supervision, much less fighting against 4 dummies at once. Rolling his shoulders, he stepped up to the automated doors and left the arena behind.
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He didn’t feel like spending his free time in line for food he didn’t really need, so he avoided the cafeteria. Hanging around the training grounds, he passed a bit of time walking past the various arenas and glancing in. A few were in use for a variety of purposes given the wide number of systems installed. Chewing on a piece of jerky for the sake of doing so, Raule continued to wander around aimlessly. There weren’t many people around aside from those that had dedicated their time to improving their skills, most people had their stomachs to look after after all.
Evidently just barely if the twitch of the man’s eyebrow was anything to judge by. “Very well, but do not let your attention slip in my class again.” Fat chance of that, but Raule simply nodded and waited for the man to repeat the question. “As I said, describe one of the events that led to the Age of Idiocracy’s end by the turn of the decade. A hint, if you require it, would be July 2018.” Raule nodded once the professor had finished speaking, frowning a bit, as he seemed to be lost in thought, trying to think of something.
“Well,” he said with a shrug after a few moments, “I have no idea Mr. Jovice.” Raule was surprised he managed to keep his face straight when the professor’s face bulged out in a show of emotions; likely disbelief and possibly anger. Hey, it wasn’t Raule’s fault that he didn’t take history too seriously, as most people didn’t, unlike their teacher.
He let out a small sigh when the obese man shuffled his way out of the door, rubbing his forehead in annoyance. Oh he was sure there were interesting things about the subject, but even combat class would have been mind-numbing under Mr. Jovice. Ignoring the fact that he had probably painted a big target on himself for the professor, Raule glanced at his schedule once more before he trudged out the classroom to his next class alongside a few of his classmates.
Flipping backwards, Raule felt his foot connect with a dummy’s chin before the construct was sent flying upwards. Spinning mid-air, he continued into an axe-kick that drove yet another robot into the metal floor. Grinding down on its head until the machine “died” and stilled, he hopped back to avoid a flurry of attacks the remaining machines launched at him. Blocking whatever he couldn’t evade, the trio of practice dummies pushed him back relentlessly. Eventually with a grin though, Raule stopped his retreat and stood firm in the face of their assault. Dozens of blows were traded between man and machines, with the intensity only increasing as the four came to a standstill.
Such a thing had to be broken though, and unsurprisingly, it was Raule that was sent flying away into the arena’s walls. Spinning so he landed feet first to absorb the impact, he didn’t lunge straight back into the fray against the three. The three remained motionless as he dropped back to the floor, simply content to observe. Cracking his neck, he was about to try again when the speakers came to life. “Raule, period’s over. Get yourself to lunch.” The four dummies, including the one he had downed, returned to their storage areas while he sighed in disappointment. Advanced Combat was probably the “funnest” hour of his schedule, and it was disappointing he had only managed to take down one of the dummies in the time. It wasn’t like he could just spend his free time here either. Anything other than their highest settings wasn’t enough of a challenge, and that was only allowed with staff supervision, much less fighting against 4 dummies at once. Rolling his shoulders, he stepped up to the automated doors and left the arena behind.
He didn’t feel like spending his free time in line for food he didn’t really need, so he avoided the cafeteria. Hanging around the training grounds, he passed a bit of time walking past the various arenas and glancing in. A few were in use for a variety of purposes given the wide number of systems installed. Chewing on a piece of jerky for the sake of doing so, Raule continued to wander around aimlessly. There weren’t many people around aside from those that had dedicated their time to improving their skills, most people had their stomachs to look after after all.
Grey said
Dibs.
Rekt.
Wasn't part of the Int. Check, but here's hoping.
Name: Alex Shou
Age: 19
Occupation: Dropped out of high school and took up construction.
Appearance: Alex has the face, but not the stature. At 6’3 and nearly 200lb (~90kg), he’s far from any norm, much less those of the Chinese. His skin has a slight tan from the time spent under the sun, and it is far from fair, having weathered countless hours of work in dust and grime. Still, in spite of his job, he’s a well-kempt and tidy person. His eyes and hair are both black.
Inventory: He carries his things around in a sizable camping pack, although it is rather inconspicuous on him as a result. Not that Alex is hard to notice in the first place... Waterproof with plenty of storage space, it would be perfect if it also had a water bladder now that Alex thinks about it.
Stats
Name: Alex Shou
Age: 19
Occupation: Dropped out of high school and took up construction.
Appearance: Alex has the face, but not the stature. At 6’3 and nearly 200lb (~90kg), he’s far from any norm, much less those of the Chinese. His skin has a slight tan from the time spent under the sun, and it is far from fair, having weathered countless hours of work in dust and grime. Still, in spite of his job, he’s a well-kempt and tidy person. His eyes and hair are both black.
Inventory: He carries his things around in a sizable camping pack, although it is rather inconspicuous on him as a result. Not that Alex is hard to notice in the first place... Waterproof with plenty of storage space, it would be perfect if it also had a water bladder now that Alex thinks about it.
Stats
Cool: +1
Hard: +1
Swift: +1
Sharp: -1
Steady: +1
Handgun: -1
Rifle: 0
Bow: +1
Thrown: 0
Melee: +1
Hard: +1
Swift: +1
Sharp: -1
Steady: +1
Handgun: -1
Rifle: 0
Bow: +1
Thrown: 0
Melee: +1
Ey yoh. Hopefully the full version doesn't wreck the song.
Blox said
Hey, this is a really noob question, but when you do a collab do you usually go to PM, posts back and forth between each other, then one person pieces it together and posts the one time for both people? >_>
Not really, and it depends. Some people do that. Otherwise you can use a shareable document, there's plenty now. Titanpad, Google Docs, etc.
Cool, cool, cool. Drop a collab link whenever you're up for it then.
Sure, I wouldn't mind. He could even be a regular there so it isn't so abrupt.
Hm... I could totally see it playing out something like this. Since Jean goes in a bit later than he usually does, he's surprised to see Juniper still working. He offers to walk her home when her shift's done since it's later than usual, or she invites him over since her shift is finishing soon. Insue awkwardness or hilariousness as Jean realizes he's heading to the address Catherine gave him.
Hm... I could totally see it playing out something like this. Since Jean goes in a bit later than he usually does, he's surprised to see Juniper still working. He offers to walk her home when her shift's done since it's later than usual, or she invites him over since her shift is finishing soon. Insue awkwardness or hilariousness as Jean realizes he's heading to the address Catherine gave him.
Dark Angel said
You best be careful, if you even look at her mom cross eyed you gon' get shanked! You hear me Jean!? You gon' get shanked punk! Ha, thanks. But seriously. Don't touch the mom. Juniper and Catherine may be friendly, but if you mess with the family, bad things happen.
Anyway, sorry, I've been so slow, my dad just feels the need to start fights and belittle everyone, so I'm super worn out and ticked off at him.
S'alright, that's nothing that warrants an apology on your part.
But, hey. Jean could totally choose the restaurant Juniper works at.
Name: Morden Moore
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Morden is far from frail, being built rather solidly as a result of his fighting style. Constantly on the move and relying on athletics rather than magical defenses make him rather fit and lean. He’s rather tall, easily above average. His deep green eyes contrast with the sharp orange of his, general, messy orange hair. Attire-wise it varies, but he can be counted on to wear the cloak almost everywhere. His Guild Mark is on his back, in between the shoulder blades.
Personality: Morden has always been described as untalkative, but rarely withdrawn. Rarely shying away from anything, nevertheless his reluctance to speak more than a few words makes him seem distant. He’s very expressive though, almost wearing his heart on his sleeve, so it’s not too hard to gauge how he feels most of the time. Despite how easily they show though, Morden does have a fairly good leash on his emotions.
He’s not what you would call honorable either. Morden is best described as a mercenary, looking out for himself first and others things after. Honor and such ideals are reserved for stories, and while he isn’t without morals, he doesn’t bother with following any such code or creed.
History: Morden was always meant to be a mage, that was the future set out for him by his parents. They strived to give him the means to become one from as early as he could recall and their relationship is strained, to be it lightly, as a result. He hasn’t seen either of them for just over half a decade and still doesn’t know if he really wants to. Even if he did, Morden doesn’t even know where he would begin to look for them or even if they were still alive. They were part of the same business he had joined; mercenaries, and well… it was a dangerous line of work.
His feelings towards his own mother are probably the more twisted when compared to his father. It was she who oversaw and administer most of the training after all. At first, Morden was happy and enthusiastic about the training he was going to receive from her, after all becoming a mage was many a child’s dream. He might have even been happy, had the training been “normal” by most people’s standards. It was everything but. She held no official designation due to their line of work, but had she been a part of an Official Guild, she would have easily passed the skill requirement for a S-Class ranking. It wasn’t that her overwhelming ability made it impossible for her to train an inexperienced child, but the exact opposite. She took everything into account; her own strength; Morden’s limits, both physical and mental, his rate of growth, everything. And then applied all of that to a brutal training regimen.
Some things came to him naturally throughout the training, but that didn’t cause her to let up in the slightest. If anything, the training in those areas only seemed to ramp up in intensity as she strove to drag him to higher heights. Morden managed to keep up, for a while at the least, but the training took its toll on him. He wasn’t a child anymore when it began, but still young enough that he couldn’t handle the two sides of his mother. Between the gentle and caring parent; and stern, almost brutal, instructor, Morden eventually ran. The two of them had left for a mission and when they came back, it was to find a home without a son.
And with his exposure to the world beyond his city, so came the bitter feelings. He had bore the training for just over a year because he truly believed that she was trying to prepare him for a world where even the slightest mistake could be fatal. And maybe it was for her and his father, but the first time he managed to find work as a Mercenary Mage, there was no challenge to be found. It was almost insultingly easy for Morden after the training he was put through, and for the first time he wondered why. He could understand the need for him to be prepared, but after seeing the results, he couldn’t help but think his mother had gone straight for the overkill. And those thoughts only continued to form as he finished job after job.
He never joined a guild in the passing years, preferring to wander around without any sort of ties that would hold him back. While it made forming a reputation somewhat difficult, Morden didn’t find a problem with that. His parents couldn’t find him if they couldn’t get any information about him after all. On the other hand, it wasn’t too hard for him to find information about his parent’s activities as long as he asked the right type of people. Some disturbing pieces of information, possibly rumors at most, have caused Morden to re-think his decision though. To that end, he sought out a Hunter Guild that was recruiting at the moment: Crime Sorciere.
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Mage Rank: D-Rank
Magic: Combines two Caster-styles, Bullet and Script.
Signature Spells:
Inscribe: A fairly basic spell from Script-Magic, it imbues the property of words upon whatever is inscribed. A blade with Inscribe: Fire would burst into flames, something with Inscribe: Heavy would become vastly heavier, etc. The spell is only good for basic effects such as the two described above. Other examples would be different elemental effects, or affecting physical characteristics of objects.
Bullet: A basic sphere of magical energy, unremarkable to put kindly. It does have the benefit of simply being a lump of magical energy, and thus easy for him to Inscribe additional effects upon.
Piercing Shot: A higher powered shot that is shaped more like a lance than a sphere. The spell boasts far greater speed, and thus piercing ability than a regular Bullet.
Explosion Shot: A spell with significant charge time in comparison to his others, it is vastly more powerful. Faster than even the Piercing Shot, an Explosion Shot imparts significant kinetic force upon impact after which it detonates in a powerful blast. The kinetic impact serves to weaken, or even destroy, defenses and expose the target to the explosion.
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Skills:
Despite not using Gun-Magic, Morden is a fair shot with a wide variety of ranged weapons from simple bow and arrow to more advanced firearms.
A fairly experienced traveller, he’s quite capable of providing for himself away from the comforts of civilization.
Inventory: Nothing notable.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Morden is far from frail, being built rather solidly as a result of his fighting style. Constantly on the move and relying on athletics rather than magical defenses make him rather fit and lean. He’s rather tall, easily above average. His deep green eyes contrast with the sharp orange of his, general, messy orange hair. Attire-wise it varies, but he can be counted on to wear the cloak almost everywhere. His Guild Mark is on his back, in between the shoulder blades.
Personality: Morden has always been described as untalkative, but rarely withdrawn. Rarely shying away from anything, nevertheless his reluctance to speak more than a few words makes him seem distant. He’s very expressive though, almost wearing his heart on his sleeve, so it’s not too hard to gauge how he feels most of the time. Despite how easily they show though, Morden does have a fairly good leash on his emotions.
He’s not what you would call honorable either. Morden is best described as a mercenary, looking out for himself first and others things after. Honor and such ideals are reserved for stories, and while he isn’t without morals, he doesn’t bother with following any such code or creed.
History: Morden was always meant to be a mage, that was the future set out for him by his parents. They strived to give him the means to become one from as early as he could recall and their relationship is strained, to be it lightly, as a result. He hasn’t seen either of them for just over half a decade and still doesn’t know if he really wants to. Even if he did, Morden doesn’t even know where he would begin to look for them or even if they were still alive. They were part of the same business he had joined; mercenaries, and well… it was a dangerous line of work.
His feelings towards his own mother are probably the more twisted when compared to his father. It was she who oversaw and administer most of the training after all. At first, Morden was happy and enthusiastic about the training he was going to receive from her, after all becoming a mage was many a child’s dream. He might have even been happy, had the training been “normal” by most people’s standards. It was everything but. She held no official designation due to their line of work, but had she been a part of an Official Guild, she would have easily passed the skill requirement for a S-Class ranking. It wasn’t that her overwhelming ability made it impossible for her to train an inexperienced child, but the exact opposite. She took everything into account; her own strength; Morden’s limits, both physical and mental, his rate of growth, everything. And then applied all of that to a brutal training regimen.
Some things came to him naturally throughout the training, but that didn’t cause her to let up in the slightest. If anything, the training in those areas only seemed to ramp up in intensity as she strove to drag him to higher heights. Morden managed to keep up, for a while at the least, but the training took its toll on him. He wasn’t a child anymore when it began, but still young enough that he couldn’t handle the two sides of his mother. Between the gentle and caring parent; and stern, almost brutal, instructor, Morden eventually ran. The two of them had left for a mission and when they came back, it was to find a home without a son.
And with his exposure to the world beyond his city, so came the bitter feelings. He had bore the training for just over a year because he truly believed that she was trying to prepare him for a world where even the slightest mistake could be fatal. And maybe it was for her and his father, but the first time he managed to find work as a Mercenary Mage, there was no challenge to be found. It was almost insultingly easy for Morden after the training he was put through, and for the first time he wondered why. He could understand the need for him to be prepared, but after seeing the results, he couldn’t help but think his mother had gone straight for the overkill. And those thoughts only continued to form as he finished job after job.
He never joined a guild in the passing years, preferring to wander around without any sort of ties that would hold him back. While it made forming a reputation somewhat difficult, Morden didn’t find a problem with that. His parents couldn’t find him if they couldn’t get any information about him after all. On the other hand, it wasn’t too hard for him to find information about his parent’s activities as long as he asked the right type of people. Some disturbing pieces of information, possibly rumors at most, have caused Morden to re-think his decision though. To that end, he sought out a Hunter Guild that was recruiting at the moment: Crime Sorciere.
Mage Rank: D-Rank
Magic: Combines two Caster-styles, Bullet and Script.
Signature Spells:
Inscribe: A fairly basic spell from Script-Magic, it imbues the property of words upon whatever is inscribed. A blade with Inscribe: Fire would burst into flames, something with Inscribe: Heavy would become vastly heavier, etc. The spell is only good for basic effects such as the two described above. Other examples would be different elemental effects, or affecting physical characteristics of objects.
Bullet: A basic sphere of magical energy, unremarkable to put kindly. It does have the benefit of simply being a lump of magical energy, and thus easy for him to Inscribe additional effects upon.
Piercing Shot: A higher powered shot that is shaped more like a lance than a sphere. The spell boasts far greater speed, and thus piercing ability than a regular Bullet.
Explosion Shot: A spell with significant charge time in comparison to his others, it is vastly more powerful. Faster than even the Piercing Shot, an Explosion Shot imparts significant kinetic force upon impact after which it detonates in a powerful blast. The kinetic impact serves to weaken, or even destroy, defenses and expose the target to the explosion.
Skills:
Despite not using Gun-Magic, Morden is a fair shot with a wide variety of ranged weapons from simple bow and arrow to more advanced firearms.
A fairly experienced traveller, he’s quite capable of providing for himself away from the comforts of civilization.
Inventory: Nothing notable.
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