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Everywhere Else / Re: Shiver [Closed]
« on: June 14, 2018, 07:12:10 AM »
A response to the first girl died in his mouth as the second, younger girl appeared. His glance took in what he needed to see, just as well as with Nebu. Her remarks, her apparent age, indicated a particularly oblivious student. Well equipped, sure, with who knows what for a semblance, but she wasn't likely to have much experience with it. He held the look for a beat, then his attention shifted again. A broad grin spread across his face as he gestured for the others to come in. He moved into the kitchen area, sparing one more glance for the older woman. Nothing more than a friendly smile and implicit violence.

"Come on, come in, girls. No, I don't have any idea what's up with this town. Weird, though, isn't it?", he said, poking through a pantry. "So, I know one of you is a student, but I'm not too sure for the other. Private sector? Contractor?"

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Everywhere Else / Re: Shiver [Closed]
« on: May 24, 2018, 11:01:47 AM »
-fssshhhh-kkt-kt-kkkt-

The water sputtered momentarily, then stopped. Annoyed, Janus jiggled the handles, then sighed. With a simple gesture from his hand, most of the remaining water was blasted off his body. A rush of wind swirled around the bathroom, scattering small objects throughout it. So the water was out now, too. Weird. Given the condition of the rest of the town, it wasn't likely to have failed this soon, unless it was related to the reason the water failed?

He knelt down, rifling through the drawers beneath the sink, pulling out a towel to finish drying off. On the back of the door hung a small, floral bathrobe, with the letters M.D embroidered on the back. It looked cheap, he thought, as he rubbed the fabric between his fingers, and he was almost certain the letters were done by hand. It was a solid job, actually. Janus was shook out of his stupor as the Tyrant slowly slid over, clattering to the floor of the tub. He slipped into the robe, rubbing at the scruff on his face as he scooped up the rifle, slinging it over his shoulder. Back in the real world, he could hear an engine approaching. Something deep, bit of power definitely, but not heavy. He'd be able to pick out anything used by Atlas Forces and anyone good enough to track him through the wastes wouldn't have made so simple a mistake as driving up to him. So it was someone unrelated. Returning populace? They'll probably be pissed about the door, he mused. Best to get ready for them.

He exited the bathroom and found himself staring at Nebu. He stiffened, but didn't freeze, coming off as a slight hitch in his step. This one wasn't a local, or at least this wasn't her home; too concerned with the surroundings, not with who was out of place. Young, but not a student. Non-regulation cut, so not military. Weird armor, too. Non-standard, but well made. Corporate? Moot.

He didn't move for his rifle, yet. But the Tyrant was still there. Hiding behind one of the most infamous Huntsmen alive.


"You're not supposed to be here.", he said, lightly.

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Plot Zone / Re: Proving Gus Wrong
« on: May 15, 2018, 06:51:35 PM »
If I don't have to squint to see the reason and it's a fairly plausible one, then sure, bring whichever student. This isn't a signup thread, either. This is the fuckin brochure. First come, first serve.

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Plot Zone / Proving Gus Wrong
« on: May 15, 2018, 11:38:20 AM »
And also a bitch.


So, I need a student or two for Shiver. It's set in some distant, tiny Atlas village, removed from most civilization. Investigative horror thread, mostly. Exposition for some stuff, too. Not likely to be much combat between Hunters, not likely to be much against Grimm. Probably. If you wanna join, make sure your first post has a solid list of gear and equipment the characters are carrying, if anything's noteworthy. Dust reserves, ammo supplies, stuff like that.

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Everywhere Else / Shiver [Closed]
« on: May 10, 2018, 08:40:49 AM »

When -if- you need to, where do you go to ground?

Hiding is difficult, when you need to do it well. Any average joe can tuck themselves away in the woods, keep their head down, hope for the best. Maybe find a small village on the other side of Remnant, grow a beard, fuck some natives. Hell, they could even stay in the area they're supposed to be avoiding, hide in plain sight. There's a thousand ways to disappear, especially if you're just some face in the crowd.

But a Huntsman? Oh, that's an entirely different ballgame.

You see, it's easy to gloss over normal crimes. Even something as big as murder, if you're a normal person, can be escaped with enough distance. You don't have to worry too much about who's hunting you once you're off the radar. Either you'll survive, or a Huntsman will kick in your door, and there's little you can do at that point. But when a Huntsman is the criminal? Things escalate, rapidly. Responses that would be out of the question for a normal person become valid. Responses like Teams hunting you down, military forces, law enforcement cordons, mercenaries, all of that. A Huntsman stands out, whether they want to or not. They carry themselves differently. They fight differently. If they're smart, they'll keep their gear, so when a response does come, they'll be at least somewhat prepared. Somewhat is subjective, of course, depending on what's coming for you. If an Atlesian Warship bombards your hidey-hole, you're probably only going to be able to do so much.

Mobility is the trick, really. Staying in one place for too long will lead your foes to you, let them find you. If they find you, things get messy. You have to run, or fight. Or run and fight. If you keep from settling down long enough, even as a Huntsman, your pursuers will give up on finding you. You can eventually slow, you can eventually, maybe, even stop. Now, staying mobile can call attention to you, if you do it wrong. The stranger your locale to you, the stranger you seem to the locals. So there's really only one solid place to go to ground.

Home.

Janus Rogo was finally slowing down. In the year since he inadvertently helped in a White Fang plot in Vale, he'd been on the run. He had no real way of knowing who had recognized him that day, beyond the fact that he'd been chosen for a reason. A fall guy, if he'd been unlucky or unskilled enough. Who would question the Butcher of Tenang Bay being implicated in another Faunus massacre? Clever, really. Easy, too. And Janus, in all his decades of training, experience, intellect, had immediately taken the bait. Idiot.

"Idiot..."

He glanced around, making sure no one had heard him. Frigid plains, sparse fauna, and zero people, as far as the eye could see. Well, as far as most eyes could see. Janus could pick out a couple distant storms, little more than small flurries, white mountains, and straight ahead... A small village. No more than twenty buildings. Probably a dozen or so families in it. Old school prefabricated structures had been covered with homely coats of paint, windows were cut into them. Standard non-standard upgrades. Just little touches to make a bleak expanse seem a little more like a warm home. He pulled the coat around him tighter. The Tyrant, stretched into spear form, scraped the ground behind him. It sounded eager, almost. A grating, slow chuckle. Janus banished the thought and pulled the lance up, out of reach of the tundra beneath him. His boots crunched through permafrost, a steady path of prints trailed off behind him, connecting to yet another rinky-dink township. His pack was lighter than when he'd left. Rationed food was running low, ammo wasn't quite as plentiful. Most charged equipment was thoroughly drained. He wiped his face, feeling the days-old scruff on his face. Maybe a nice inn? Hot shower, a shave, quick night's rest? That's usually how things went these days.

His approach to this one was different. No one hailed him, no one tried to search him for weapons or goods, or anything. No one did anything. In fact, near as Janus could tell, no one was standing watch. The town couldn't be deserted, not with lights in the windows. Generators were still running. No signs of combat, either. Everything was intact. An evacuation would see power grids shut off, or a cordon placed if the Military had been involved. Raiders wouldn't have left anything nailed down and he could still see vehicles secured in a garage.

The Tyrant came out, snapping together as he transitioned it into it's rifle form. He slowly ran his hand down the length of the weapon, the sound tickled something in the back of his mind. A little voice saying Grimm. The mercenary grimaced as the thought fled his mind and he smacked the side of the rifle, clearing a chunk of frost from it. With the weapon high in the pocket of the shoulder, he made his approach, sweeping his gaze back and forth. No one- nothing outside. No people, no pets, no signs, just wind and cold. He shivered, then stepped off to what seemed a family domicile. A thermal lamp hung from the front of the structure, under it, a few plants spun in the outside air, not enough to eat off of, but enough to use in spices or decoration. Homely.

A quick look through the entry's portal didn't show any movement, nothing responded when he knocked on the door. Annoyed, he spun the rifle around and smashed the handle off, booting it down the street. He shouldered the rest of the way through the door with ease. Metal snapped and twisted as he walked in. The heat was still on. No signs of struggle and as he took in the family room, he noticed an old shotgun laying on the mantle, unused. He frowned and continued through the house. A dining area, a bedroom, a closet, another bedroom, a- oooh. Janus stopped. He stood at the entrance to the bathroom. Toilet paper, hot water, fluffy towels! Forgetting himself, Janus leaned his rifle inside the shower, shed the armor and clothing, and ran the water onto full heat.

It was glorious.

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Approved Characters / Re: Rogo, Janus
« on: May 08, 2018, 10:29:27 PM »
Age increase, history expanded slightly, weapon changed from Gauntlets to Spear alternate form.

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AMA Section / Re: What badass boast/creed does your character have?
« on: February 20, 2018, 06:10:25 PM »
"Fuck it."

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WiP Characters / Redmond "Rusty" Cipher
« on: February 13, 2018, 11:04:20 AM »
I'm sick and tired of losing progress on my posts so this is going in here

CHARACTER

Name: Redmond Daynim Cipher, or "Rusty"

Age: 17

Species and Gender: Human Male

Symbol:  (Longhorn)

Occupation: Student, Heir-apparent of Cipher Industries

Appearance: Beefy, genial old boy. Relatively big. Expand.

History: Redmond Cipher was born in a private hospital, welcomed into the world by an occupied, if distant family. They were, at the time, running an up-and-coming arms manufacturing Corporation.

Personality: Good ol' Southern boy. Not very book smart. Good with hands. Hard worker. Mildly racist. "Don't trust them Faunus."

Aura and Semblance: Portal Glyphs.

Combat Behavior:  Heavy weapons fire. Saturation of large areas, suppression of human/Faunus.

WEAPON

Name: Rattler

Primary Form: Chaingun/Flamethrower

Secondary Form: Sample Text

Tertiary Form: Sample Text

Dust Functions: None. Incorporates Fire Dust in Flamer tanks, crystallized Gravity Dust rings for round acceleration, Crystal Lightning Dust for power.

History: "Inherited" prototype weapon tricked out for his use. Large amount of small rounds accelerated to higher velocities, increasing damage to more inline with larger rounds. Flamethrower intensely hot, excellent at discouraging close range engagement. Expenses are smaller than expected, due to utilization of smaller rounds, and are largely covered by family fortune.

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MiA Characters / Re: Aqua Phoenix
« on: December 19, 2017, 12:25:57 PM »
Normally. I'd be happy to explain why you're a piece of shit. I'm gonna let Seig take this one, because it's the Christmas Season. Ho hi ho.

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Gus sucks.

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WiP Characters / Re: Gale Zephyr WIP
« on: June 15, 2017, 08:42:27 AM »
There is precedent for flight capable characters, actually, so you might not be in much trouble for that. Semblance is remarkably similar to my characters.   We will probably ask for info on how her Aura was unlocked, though.

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RPG Discussion / Re: Character Creation for Dummies
« on: June 14, 2017, 10:51:30 AM »
Updates for weapons soon. Looks like common sense eludes a good few.
Please.

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Approved Characters / Re: Aoife Alaura
« on: June 02, 2017, 01:05:12 PM »
The question we were wondering is "Can she 'aim' the ricochets?" Bounce shots around corners, between enemies, etc. Pool/pinball style.

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