[OOC] Female Warriors of Feudal Japan

[VitaVitaAR]

I think two is good because it keeps people from doing chains of just two people interacting, and since there's not very many people in the RP it shouldn't blow up too badly.

[Erranruin]

SailorMoon said
Two would be perfect though. :p

Lets keep it three, I think if we keep it a steady pace then we'll all be happy

[Rusalka]

*nods in agreement with everyone and goes back to watching Beadle's About*

[SailorMoon]

*nods*

[geminironin]

Speaking of CS's being hunted down, I noticed mine was on the "possible" characters list. Do I need to change anyhting to get accepted?

[SailorMoon]

Think Silver just forgot to change it.

[Silver Fox]

Fine fine three it is. But y'all blow up the IC... the strict rule of wait until everyone posts will be set down. Im watching you. >.> <.<

And I didnt know you put the picture up. I will change it when I get home

[SailorMoon]

Slow roleplays usually die quicker though because then people disappear or get bored of waiting... Well, from my experience.

[Silver Fox]

SailorMoon said
Slow roleplays usually die quicker though because then people disappear or get bored of waiting... Well, from my experience.

From my experience, the rp died in about a day after ten pages in five hours

[Erranruin]

Silver Fox said
From my experience, the rp died in about a day after ten pages in five hours

I've never had this experience, all my roleplays die because of slow posting, or one person not posting and holding everyone else up

[Silver Fox]

Erranruin said
I've never had this experience, all my roleplays die because of slow posting, or one person not posting and holding everyone else up

Trust me. Its not pretty

[SailorMoon]

I'm sure it happens, but I think that is more due to lack of story...

[Silver Fox]

Oh no there was story. Good story. Everyone posted advanced and shot out 10 paragraphs. They just went off from the GM and went.

Until the GM went "screw this" and left

So. Dont want that to happen here.

[Erranruin]

Silver Fox said
Oh no there was story. Good story. Everyone posted advanced and shot out 10 paragraphs. They just went off from the GM and went.Until the GM went "screw this" and left

That sounds more like it died because of alot of dicks than too fast posting. I mean the point is to reply to eachother and work as a team. IC posting is limited by simple story parameters, we need to wait to talk to eachother.

[CitrusArms]

I'll post more of my CS when I get back from work. I've got a few more ideas floating around in my head.

[Silver Fox]

Erranruin said
That sounds more like it died because of alot of dicks than too fast posting. I mean the point is to reply to eachother and work as a team. IC posting is limited by simple story parameters, we need to wait to talk to eachother.

True but I think its kind of dickish to post too fast in general without giving someone at least a day to reply be it IC or OOC(to give reason why and such)

[Hillbilly12]

I agree its unnecessary to post really fast. It isn't like I don't have other things to do so waiting a bit for a post isn't bad. I was in a Heroes RP awhile back and everyone posted incredibly fast. The story eventually fell down due to people losing interesting because they didn't know what was going on. Due to posting speed and not enough discussion the plot ended up going down hill.

[SailorMoon]

I think if you join a rp you should be considerate of the people waiting on you unless you have an emergency or something. I don't think anyone gets mad, it's just inconsiderate to join an event with people and then hold it up imo.

[Hillbilly12]

Well yeah its best to not post once a week when you are holding up the RP. Some cases that works, but that is when everyone posts slow and it doesn't bother anyone. I personally would want to post a few times per day, but there may be certain days I wont post at all. Usually because I'm busy.

[Raineh Daze]

So, that thing I mentioned earlier...

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After much agonising waiting, the challenger mustered the courage and resolve to pull the screen aside, revealing one of the most over-furnished room in the entirety of the imperial capital. The tatami was entirely lost beneath a sea of cushions, and enough looking made it clear that this is where the Demon herself slept, with the mattress itself visible barely beneath the omnipresent cushions, and enough clothes strewn about. It was, frankly, a mess; it was amazing that anybody was allowed to see the filth that the swordswoman surrounded herself with.

Yuki herself, of course, was easily seen; ensconced behind an enormous shogi board and draining the dish in her hand at regular intervals whilst she waited for opponent to move. So, the challenger thought, She passes her time with games and drink. This cannot be as difficult as reputation makes out.

"I, Kojir--"

"Another challenger?" the most visible of the two players asked, wearily setting her drink aside and rising to her feet. The Demon of Satsuma was swaying slightly; clearly she had been drinking for long enough to ruin her motor skills. In the challenger's mind, this would be a trivial exercise; her strength was evidently overstated. A one-armed drunk could hardly present the same challenge ascribed to rumour. "Fine. You have until this girl's next move to reconsider your death."

A minute passed. Yuki crouched and drained the remaining sake. Her opponent moved a piece forward, capturing another one of the samurai's pieces--her side definitely appeared to be weaker. But appearances could be deceiving, and in a game as vast as this, there was always room for a comeback.

"Not quitting? Your funeral," she said, grinning briefly in passing. The battle was to take place outside, where the blood wouldn't ruin the endless fabrics. A practical move, especially as the room in the outside world would give Yuki room to take advantage of her favoured weapon. The challenger concluded that, even drunk, the Demon wasn't completely bereft of sense

A small crowd gathered in the adjoining courtyard, waiting to see the so-called Demon of Satsuma take on her latest challenger. Those familiar with the proceedings were already betting with the newcomers--despite the illegality, they saw it as easy money to bet on Yuki against the armoured foe; even drunk they had confidence that it was easy money.

The challenger waited, sizing up his opponent. She hadn't even drawn a weapon--not even the uncanny odachi that hung by her side, trailing on the ground and doubtless restricting her manoeuvrability. Not that there could be too much of it at this point; the samurai girl seemed unable to stand vertically for any period of time.

"Well? Attack!"

Certain his foe had overestimated her own skill, the challenger seized the opportunity, going for a finishing move from the start: a simple overhead slash. Against an unarmed drunk, it guaranteed certain vi--

Yuki caught the sword between her fingers; the steel ground to a halt with the strangely indigo-haired female sneering down at her challenger.

"Another of Yoshioka's boys? Same stance, same leading move. Predictable. Boring."

So she kicked him away,

When the challenger had recovered his breath--and prepared to attack once more--his opponent had drawn her blade, holding it almost hilariously out of the way, as if inviting him to attack. But he wasn't going to make the same mistake twice; Yuki had proved that--even drunk and unarmed--she was still threatening to a trained enemy. Maybe her title was earned through more than fabrication after all.

Secretly, the man was glad that she had drawn the katana on her right hip and not the odachi trailing behind. If the reputation he had ignored was accurate, he'd be dead before getting within reach.

The two sized each other up for a moment--and then the challenger launched an attack, trying to use the advantage represented by still having both arms to break through Yuki's defences and, failing that, move round to her weak side in a flurry of blows. It was a sensible plan, the elegant woman's weaknesses weren't exactly hard to guess; from the missing arm through to the way she placed more of her weight on her left leg, it was clear that Yuki's right side was much more vulnerable than the dominant half.

Sadly, her challenger simply wasn't good enough. His onslaught was deflected with almost casual ease, the girl matching him blow for blow--and beginning to insert her own attacks. Before he knew it, the battle had completely changed, and he was left moving his blade from side to side just to preserve his life.

If he'd had more time to notice, he'd have noticed that Yuki was forcing him to make wider and wider blocks, leading his body open for a finishing blow.

Ducking under the predictable spinning steel--her normal swords could never make it through bone without being entirely shattered--and stretching, Yuki turned back towards her shogi game and half-finished bottle of sake. There was, however, a point that she had to address first.

"Someone here must know Yoshioka. Tell him to send his star pupils, not random hangers-on. I'm bored."

With that, Yuki returned to her game.