Man, my own post feels so short in comparison. And that was with watching half-an-hour of parkour.

@Dragonfly 9 got anything in the works?

Yep, yep, yep! Sorry for the wait, I've just been busy!

np np! no rush, just wanted to double check so i didnt forge ahead before you got a chance to post :P

Okay! :D

Pardon me, not trying to get anyone's hopes up, just reading right now. Great writing, by the way. Just stopping by with a quick question: how would you describe this city geographically?

its got a bunch of hills and old dried up riverbeds. its about twenty minutes from the beach and there are some nice mountains nearby for camping if youre the kind of freak who likes to sleep on rocks

Heyyy!!! O/

I have a character concept! If I’m alright to go ahead and post it here? I already dmed you, Druid, but I figured I’d ask again in ooc!

Tomoyo is a 15 year old spitfire. Hailing from a family of Egyptian and Japanese blood, she often treats the world like it is out to get her. Personally.

TomTom stands at an easy 5’5”, and weighs a solid 150 pounds. She dresses like a street punk, and wears her emotions on his sleeve. Literally, she has monster-shaped patches that she wears on her school-blazer depending on her mood for the day.

Tomoyo is aggressive, loud, and utterly unashamed of what she feels or thinks or says. Clearly it’s YOUR fault if you can’t stand the heat of her kitchen, she never chooses to be mean on purpose after all. She refuses to abide by bullies, even though she can often come across as one. She’s a contradiction, and will refuse to acknowledge that.

She spends most of her time at school, somewhat ironically, or out on the streets with a small group of ‘delinquent’ friends. They mostly stroll about, hunting down those who actively accost others, showing no fear as they cajole, harass, or physically intervene on whatever they find deplorable.
For better or worse.

Her parents often try to convince her to ‘stand down’ and ‘take it easy’.
But when has that ever worked?
Imagine her surprise when she finds herself suddenly attached to a revolutionary warrior. An adult, and a friend, who for ONCE doesn’t tell her that she’s being too ‘much’. That she’s being too rude, too open, too high energy.

Imagine that.



Imagine, if you will, that your life was one of strife. Of living every day from the moment you were old enough to hold your mother’s khopesh, to the moment when your lover turns her reed arrows on you. Every day, you fought against a kingdom who saw you as cattle. Who thought of your poor brother as a machine. Who hardly paid mind to his preventable early end.
Every day, you fought to shake the shackles of slavery, to shatter the skull of that horrid pharaoh who saw you and yours and theirs as nothing but property. Well treated, perhaps, property, but property.

Every. Day.
Even when you laughed with your fellows, you burned with defiance.
Even when you laid in bed, ‘safe’, you raged inside.
Even when your uncle, the former soldier that he was, trained you to hold that blade correctly, your flame was only tempered.

Then, you die.

Then, finally, just as you walk the fields to find that gentle peace… You’re attached to a child.
A child who burns with the same fervor for life that you did. Who is lonelier than you ever were. Who is trying so hard, to be true to herself and to others…

Well.
What’s one more chance to taste all that the world owes you, and get the last laugh on your (hopefully) long gone ex, and oppressor. Help a child, fight some more, live a new life, eh?
It doesn't hurt that the girl reminds you of yourself, and you’d really rather not see someone make the same mistakes. Especially in a world where time has marched on to something… Unfamiliar.

Usai appears as a menacing warrior woman from ancient Egypt, hair kept in tight braids and kohl shining with golden light. She wears hardened leather straps as her armor, with otherwise ‘standard’ linen tunic and trousers to protect her further. Above her heart blooms a startlingly red lotus flower. She is often smiling.

nice nice nice nice nice

its got a bunch of hills and old dried up riverbeds. its about twenty minutes from the beach and there are some nice mountains nearby for camping if youre the kind of freak who likes to sleep on rocks

So it's California. *nods sagely*

alright its been 2 weeks so im gonna start on another post to get things rollin

Aight, so, I'm thinking of dropping this for the time being. Sorry, everyone, but I clearly don't have time for this, and I don't want to slow you all down. Good luck, though! <3

So, like... pseudo-Japan town? Or pseudo-America town? It changes so much, from the school system to transportation to grocery shopping.

So, like... pseudo-Japan town? Or pseudo-America town?

yes

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You're funny, but that's incredibly unhelpful for establishing cultural norms.

@EmmaZ Looking at the posts, pseudo-American seems more accurate?

its pseudo-anime

genuinely i would not get too hung up on it. just go with whatever feels best in a given moment and dont worry about regional accuracy. i havent given a solid answer on whether the location is closer to america or japan because ive been mixing and matching to avoid making anyone commit to either.

Okay, I can try that. Probably. I hope. What season is-?

Actually, no. Right. No hang-up. The current sports season is whatever it needs to be, right? So what anime sport should I pick? Um... Keijo! ...just kidding. Volleyball, probably.

Samantha Walters is the type who takes on responsibility. A teacher needs help with handouts? She’ll hand ‘em out. The student council needs a reliable secretary? She’ll step forward. The city will be destroyed if nobody fights the monsters? Well, that’s a new one; but since it’s something that needs doing, Sam will do it. Doesn’t seem like anybody who’s supposed to deal with this sort of thing will, after all. Way to leave it to a 16-year-old girl. Jeez.


Kammu was part of a tribe of the Apache. He spent his life fighting against foreign invaders who claimed manifest destiny. He followed Geronimo into the thick of conflict, until one time he couldn’t follow him back out. Now a powerful leader once more calls on him to fight against the invaders. He stands just as ready to defend as he did then–even if the people he fights for are nearly as strange as those he fights against.