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RPG Discussion / Re: Format Testing
« on: August 03, 2018, 12:13:13 AM »
So I don't forget

The pod's door nearly closed on Avery, but his desire to get himself off this miserable ship happened to save his life; if he hadn't made it, he'd either be crushed or getting a captain's funeral as he joined the ship in its journey to the bottom of the sea. Being the last one to get in, he wasn't able to find a seat. The fall and subsequent crash into the frigid water below caused Avery to rattle inside the pod like a bead in a maraca.

He laid still, recouping from his minor injuries. The pod's systems seemed to be intact and it was moving toward a landmass. He sighed. "One hour." He laid back and shifted his attention from the systems to Cordell. Since Dorian what out for the count, Avery decided to ask the obvious question, "What were you doing on that ship? If you were looking to take something, why help us?"

Everywhere Else / Re: An Afternoon Downtown [Closed]
« on: July 31, 2018, 05:17:07 PM »
Slowly, the energy that'd was drained from her was slowly fading back into existence, and it was enough to be workable. Following Lyra, Airi punched her palm and dug her feet into the ground as she entered a combat stance.  Airi hoped that that'd be enough to scare off the grunts. If not, she had enough in her tank to fight back, at most, two of them.

Everywhere Else / Re: Bone of the First [SSMR]
« on: July 30, 2018, 02:26:17 PM »
Suna huffed as Sean proceeded to respond back to the man. While what he said to the little thief had been harsh, it was true. Suna waited until Sean was finished talking before speaking up, making sure that his finger was off the button of the radio.

"Boss man won't let a pawn's mistakes go unpunished, even if it wasn't the truth. If he didn't have a target over her head before, now he does." While Suna happened to be playing the "bad guy" role throughout this entire fiasco, he did intend to keep the runt safe for as long as he believed her to be mostly innocent. Suna turned to get and said, "We need you to take us to him. I'll give you my cloak if you do." His cloak, while a bit worn, was still in better condition than the runt's, and he also figured that she'd need a change in wardrobe to disguise herself just in case.

Aurelia's had tunnel-visioned so much on Exitium that she was caught by surprise when she received a face full of explosive pellets. She placed a foot behind her, digging into the sand to brace herself. The additional sand sent into the air limited her version, but despite it, she had no other choice but to charge forward. She kicked off her back foot and went into the sand plume, one arm up to catch any more pellets from hitting her face and part of her chest and the other sending another horizontal strike[1] Ceramite's way.

[1] - 5% physical; decreased accuracy due to sand in the air and surprise shotgun blast

Aura: 95% 89.25% ( 5.75%) + 1.75% ( 1.25%)( 1.75%) overcharge
Fatigue: 12%   14% ( 2%)
Ammo: [⌂⌂---] || [-----]

Avery hoped that the Dust augmentation of Vivian's arms wouldn't last much longer. Even the slight nick that he took earlier was enough to do its fair share of damage, and since parrying was out of the answer, he couldn't do anything else but dodge. The first strike narrowly sailed past him, close enough that he could feel a slight tingling sensation as it went by. However, he wasn't so lucky the next time around. The sand was giving Avery a hard time and when he tried to dodge for the second time, he fumbled his footwork and took a solid one-two punch square in the chest.

He was sent back flying onto the sand, but he managed to get back up albeit slowly thanks to the effects of the electric Dust.

Seeing as she was hesitating, Avery sent two jabs with his staff[1] in retaliation.

[1] - 4% each

Aura: 98% 88% ( 10%)
Fatigue: 4% 7% ( 3%)

Aurelia had burned through a good portion of her ammo, but it seemed that it was all worth it: she'd restricted Ceramite's use of his bulky weapon and managed to separate the two which allowed her to close in uncontested. Nearing Ceramite's position, she shot one more wave horizontal projectile (5%) at his position (if covered by dune, akin to cover fire) to keep him preoccupied. At the same time, she preloaded three rounds into the other half of her weapon. Rounding the crest of the hill, she would send a loaded [if dodging parallel to the prior projectile: horizontal; if dodging perpendicular or doing nothing: downward vertical] strike Ceramite's way, augmented by her aura and the explosive power of her rounds (direct hit: 7% base + 5% [strength aura] + 15% [5% x 3 from explosive rounds]; splash: 5% [explosion]). In doing so, the attack would also send a significant amount of the sand into the air if the vertical strike misses.

Aura: 95% (-5% [explosion]) + 1.25% overcharge
Fatigue: 12%
Ammo: [⌂⌂---] || [-----]

RPG Discussion / Re: Weekly Writing Prompts
« on: July 26, 2018, 02:09:46 PM »
Canon: Rough Start

His entire body was numb. The thumping of his soles against the wet pavement reverberated throughout his body like molasses rather than the jolt that his usual spring had. Rain pelted the ground and the wind, made stronger by the surrounding buildings, jerked his umbrella too and fro, and he let it all happen.

Aside from the occasionally, impressively-lit signage, Mao wasn't paying attention to much of anything except for the contents of a letter tucked away in his backpack.

We regret to inform you that, due to sub-standard performance, Mao has been held back one year...

There was obviously more to the letter, but that was the only bit that mattered. His mind turned to his family back home. He couldn't go back. How could he face them? His sister, Sophea, even moved into the city with him to give him support. He was not looking forward to returning to their apartment. And then there was his profes-

The collision of umbrellas shot him back into reality. Only a few inches in front of him was a dapper young man, taller enough than Mao that there should've been no contact, but the man had purposely brought his umbrella down to meet his.

"Hey kid, pay attention to where you're going," the man said. The look on his face was neutral; Mao couldn't read him.

"Oh, uh! S-sorry sir," Mao stammered out. He gave a small bow. "I..."

"What, do you have a reason for almost running into me?"

Mao straightened himself out. "No, I don't. Sorry."

The man narrowed his eyes. "Just spit it out," he said, his voice slightly deeper than before.

There were a few seconds of silence as Mao decided whether or not he should. "I uh, failed my first year at Signal". His voice became noticeably quieter as the sentence ran on.

The man's face twitched for just a moment, and if about to burst out laughing, but he remained silent. Instead, he sighed. "Tough."  He stepped around Mao and continued toward his destination. "Follow me."

As they neared their destination, the quiet yet forceful ripples resounding through Mao's body became stronger and stronger, and as he walked through the door of their destination, the music hit him like a tsunami. Mao had never been to one before and he couldn't his agape expression. The man turned to him, tossing Mao a quick "Don't look so surprised" before continuing on into the club.

At first it was dark, but as the space began to open up, strobe lights started to fill the air. The music became louder, impactful enough that it might as well take the place of his heart. As to be expected, the place was crowded. The pair made their way along the perimeter of the room, avoiding the dance floor in the center. They soon came upon a staircase with a burly man near. The bouncer extended an arm, stopping them in their tracks. "Who's the kid?" he asked.

Mao's escort patted Mao on the shoulder a few times before bringing them shoulder-to-shoulder. "Found him on the street this morning. He seemed like he could be helpful so now he's my lackey," the man responded. The bouncer simply nodded and stepped aside. The man nodded back and made his way upstairs with Mao in tow.

The second floor of the club was slightly quieter and slightly more well-lit. There was a dance floor as well, but it was smaller and more vacant. Instead, the main attraction of the floor were the booths along the perimeter along with a dedicated serving staff. Instead of taking Mao to one of them, the man instead took him to a table nearby a balcony overlooking the first floor. "Have a seat," he said and so Mao did; the man remained standing. A waitress soon arrived to greet them and the man ordered a drink for him and a soda for the boy.  Waiting for their drinks to arrive, they opted to sit in silence until Mao finally broke the ice.

"Who are you and why'd you bring me here?" he asked bluntly. "My sister would kill me if she found out I was here."

The man crossed his arms. "And yet here you are. I didn't force you to follow me. What're you, a little duckling following around the first thing you set your sights on?" He let that hang in the air for a few seconds.  "Actually, don't bother answering that. I'm Johnny. I work in this joint. Who are you, kid?" Mao told him who he was and that he was from Plains. Johnny got a good laugh out of that. "You're from all the way out there? What the hell are you doing wandering the streets by yourself?" The waitress returned with their drinks. Johnny thanked and tipped her. She bowed and went on her way. "That's pretty dangerous, you know." He took a sip of his drink. Mao did the same: it didn't taste that great.

"You still didn't answer my question. Why did you bring me here?" Mao asked. repeating his question.

"I brought you here to see that there is a life past failure. My crew and I, we've all had a rough upbringing. We've gotten past hardships, and now here we are, still kickin' and having the time of our lives." Johnny took another sip of his drink. "I guess what I'm saying is: remember your past, but don't let it drag you away from your potential, and whatever comes your way, don't frown and don't shy away. Smile. Accept the fight. That way, you'll be better off."

Mao took a moment to let himself metabolize Johnny's advice. Mao tried, but it wasn't something that could happen overnight. Instead, he forced a smile. "Okay. Got it."

Johnny returned the smile with a grin of his own. "Okay?" He downed his drink. "Alright," he said, making his way to the party below, "let's go have some fun."

To her relief, Aurelia's initial attack left her opponent unable to attack, at least for the time being. Upon reaching a bomb, she chucked it high into the air toward Ceramite and fired two more horizontal wave projectiles (5% each), hoping to ignite the bomb in his vicinity (16% direct / 8% splash).

Not having a second to spare, Aurelia charged toward Ceramite, hoping to cover as much distance as possible before he was able to recompose himself.

He retracted his hand, untouched by his opponents. Unseen by the public eye, Avery was grinning ear to ear. The eagerness and confidence of Vermilion and Vivian was something to cherish.

As their 'greetings' carried on, he took the time to examine is opponent's weapons, taking extra note of the fact that Vivian's arms and their rather threatening aura. Avery wondered if there were a reason she didn't take his hand, but as she got into a combat stance, it was clear that he would find out soon enough. He kept his hand by his weapon and his eyes intensely focused on Vivian's fists. At the first sign of a twitch, Avery started moving as well. In the split second he realized where the punch was headed, he dug his right heel into the sand and pivoted backwards while at the same time semi-extending his staff and digging it into the ground to kick some sand into the air. It was dishonorable, sure, but they didn't even give them the time to return to their side of the field; he was fine with letting his honor slip a bit if it meant returning the favor in some capacity.

Avery intended to send an attack Vivian's way post sand attack, but movement in the sand was still a fairly new experience and VIvian's punch still managed to nick him in the shoulder, jolting his arm and loosening his grip on his weapon. Instead, he jumped back and extended his weapon to full length.

"Topaz, retreat! I'll cover you!" he ordered her while taking a defensive stance.

This was going to be annoying.

Aura: 100% > 98% (-2%)

Sophea: Obsessive, no-life bookworm and health nut

2. When you cross a cliché dead parents story with the power of KNOWLEDGE but without the hassle of earning a PHD.

4. Sexually-repressed nurse with a thing for small birds plants.

Mao: Punk from the boonies who barely managed to get into Beacon

Airi: Nobody Atlesian Faunus who may or may not want to get everyone killed

Avery: Subtly manipulative prick

Suna: Generic Vacuan

Yu: Basically nearly a trap

Izumi: Once hardcore now softcore edgelord

Aurelia: See above. Fights Grimm as long-con suicide

Mara: Once a literal slave, now a slave to ~SoCiEtY~

As pointed of a statement as it was, Hunter was right: Avery's brothers had far greater combat capabilities than he did. Nevertheless, what he lacked in strength he made up for with his mind. Or at least he tried to.

"Let's get the formalities out of the way," he said before making his way to the other side of the arena, passing through the sandstorm in the process. As he emerged from the other side, he wiped away the sand around his eyes before opening them back up again, and he dusted the sand off of his arms and shoulders.

"Vermilion, Vivian: hello! Good luck and may the better team win!" Avery smiled and extended out his hand.

Everywhere Else / Re: Bone of the First [SSMR]
« on: July 19, 2018, 03:05:02 PM »
Suna stared blankly back at Sean for a few seconds before the light flickered on in his head. He shot his own look back at Sean that said "Seriously?". Suna huffed out from his nostrils and turned back to the girl. "You. Are. Expendable. Not just you. All of you shifty critters scurrying around the city. Don't think you're safe just because you're keeping your mouth shut," Suna said as he slowly shrunk the space within the dorm and narrowed the hole letting the light in. "Not from us. Not from him." He paused. "The man who tried to kill us when he found the victim. Just imagine what he'd do if he just happened to find out that you were keeping your mouth shut." Suna removed the top of his mace, taking care not to activate it, and dropped it in the sand. He casually covered it up with his semblance. "Better yet, how about the associates of every victim. The cops won't, and can't, protect you so when someone vindictive enough comes along...," he knelt down, revealed the head of his mace from the sand, stood back up, and examined it closely. "When I become a full-fledged scavenger, I may one day find a piece of you out in the wasteland."

He firmed his grip on the mace head. "So instead of wasting our time trying to save yourself from what could be inevitable, just spill it."

Aurelia stood on the edge of the arena, arms crossed with her weapon staffed upon for waist for the time being. Her foot was tapping against the pavement, eager to begin the match. She hadn't set foot on this stage since her school days and she was looking to make a statement. Between the less-than-positive words of the announcers, she took the time to glance over Ceramite; really, there was just one thing that sorely stood out and it was his massive gun. Aurelia herself wasn't much of a ranged fighter so she was already at a disadvantage. "Tch."

When Hunter and Prim were finally done with introductions, the biome selection went underway, eventually landing on Desert and Savanna. Shortly after, the ground began to rumble. "Good luck!" Aurelia shouted across the arena as she readied her weapon.

As soon as the match started, she loaded one round into the ends of her weapon and fired two fire wave projectiles at Ceramite, the first being vertical and the second being horizontal (5% each). Immediately after her attack, she ran for the nearest fire bomb that wasn't directly between her and Ceramite.

Given the background of him and his crew, Jackson felt that the gesture was fairly unnecessary but accepted it anyway with a smile.

"Gawk all you want then! Our CE would love that."

He hung onto the weapons as best he could--two pistols and a sword were a little much to carry by himself--as they made their way through the ships cold, metallic, well-lit hallways that seemed to thunder with every step that Jackson took.

Eventually they came upon the meeting room. He swung open the thick door to reveal its innards. It was fairly ordinary. A rectangular metal table lay in the middle with enough chairs to seat eight people. On the wall closest to the farthest end was a projector screen, one corner was dedicated to media players for the projector, and on the wall opposite of that connected to the hallway was a whiteboard which was unused at the moment. Two people were already in the room: an average-looking, tan-skinned brunette whose outfit would've been fit for business if not for the fact that she removed her jacket and rolled up her sleeves and a grizzled, fair-skinned, black-haired man whose outfit matched military more than anything else.

They both stood up and walked toward the two. The woman introduced herself first with a hand extended.

"Glad to see that you've come out unscathed, Captain Cordell," she said. Jackson introduced her as Jasper, the Chief Engineer.

The man shot a glance at Jasper before greeting her as well. "A little weird to say given her occupation, but likewise." Jackson introduced him as Forrest, Combat Systems Officer.

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