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The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

Bisuto Ketsu

@Gardevoiran@TheRedWatcher@AngelofOctober@Alias

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'I didn't say anything about whether she was enjoying it,' Ketsu murmured, observing with a hum as the formerly-faint girl suddenly leapt up and began dashing round, finishing off her autograph to Grant and handing it to him before performing what seemed a very lively twirl. Which reminded him, as she was distracting everyone, that he still had some of her blood on his hand. He quickly licked it off.

And had to resteady himself to avoid falling into a state of sheer bliss like Himehana herself. Sweet lord... he knew she smelt good, but that was hands-down the best blood he'd ever tasted. It trumped even the chimera he'd tasted less than an hour before. It was like the best aspects of the freshest venison, lamb, Wagyu beef, who knew what else? It was delicate, and yet bold and heady too; sweet, yet with a pleasantly sour tang, like certain types of plum sauce if they actually tasted of plums; the mouthfeel was... well, the same as regular human blood, thinner for want of RC cells than that of the ghouls he preferred - but somehow, that enhanced the richness rather than diminishing from it, adding to an experience that was all but addictive.

And it was as fleeting as the droplet previously on his thumb, the blood dissolving in his saliva before he swallowed the flavour away, leaving him wanting for more. Dear God. Dear freaking God.

He might have to arrange a liason with Mika at some time in the future. As a "special fan". And now he had an excuse, right?

'Well, listen,' he began to say, making very certain his words came out evenly, 'I still feel bad about all that. Look- here-' Snatching up one of the unused napkins, and gently pulling the pen from her fingers, he wrote down his phone number on the piece of paper, then handed it and her pen to her. 'If there's anything you'd like off of me, just feel free to contact me whenever. Or if you just want to chat again in the future - I think Yuno and I both enjoyed your company, maybe a bit too much.'

If only she knew. Having said all that, he left her and her man-eater boyfriend to their devices, and returned to a drink that by now had been practically forgotten. Another lukewarm sip washed away any lingering flavours of blood, replaced by the taste of coffee, with the mildest hint of sugar taking the edge off the bitter.

Somehow, that latter point was suddenly far more bilious to him than Mika's flavour could ever be. He might just take his coffee straight black from now on.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

The joke is, Sett has no idea what An-Hasst's real name is, because he was never told it. So now he's just "The Skayleigh", or whatever he thinks the name of his race is at a given time.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@POOHEAD189 Alright, post made.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

...well, that was a sign if ever he'd seen one. Having hidden the stave appropriately, he hustled past Argon and the lady Alice, into the same cavern as the rest of the group, climbing up the staircase after the majority of the group and generally keeping his voice down for the time being. No need to draw attention to himself, especially as it seemed the Skewloy had been severely injured by something or other. Oh, he'd need to offer his- ah, never mind. Ursaren had already taken the opportunity. Excellent. In that case...

'I think, my friends, rest may be appropriate here,' Sett offered, his opinion mostly adding on to Geradin's for the moment, 'if only for a short while. As Madame Alice has said, we ought to try and figure out where we are as soon as possible. We wouldn't want to get lost in these caverns, after all...'

That last comment was meant to be cryptic, but the longer he dwelled on it, the more his internal panic did actually rise. Shit, they really were trapped in some unknown caverns, weren't they? No way back, no idea where to go next, and if they went off randomly, they'd probably get lost for days. Sett, at least, had the rations to survive a little while, and they did at least have a cave full of mushrooms to choose from, but chances were they'd run out of everything in a relatively short time, and then what? The world was doomed, that was what, and oh right, they could be set upon by Dark Elves at any moment, or the Rogs from before, and oh shit oh shit okay, okay. Relax, Settionne. It's not like this is the worst scrape you've been in lately.

To distract himself, he went to observe the work the Old Bear had done on the Skally's back. It seemed... surprisingly good, considering that he hadn't done any preliminary cleaning of the injury. 'Ah, a very good job, sir,' he commented, 'I couldn't have done better myself.' That, perhaps, was almost literally true, since he had no particular healing skills of his own, and his magic was often sketchy to manifest. The risks of being taken under the wing of the God of Luck, then.

@POOHEAD189@Gardevoiran@The Fated Fallen@Fetzen

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I'm sorry I haven't posted sooner, @POOHEAD189. I've been extremely preoccupied with, amongst other things, Christmas preparations and my recent No More Heroes RP. I'll try to get my post for this game out tomorrow at the latest, and if I fail to do so, I apologise in advance.

No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

@Irredeemable@AngelofOctober@Lady Selune@Old Amsterdam@A Lowly Wretch@Dogematix@Gardevoiran@KaiserElectric@POOHEAD189@TheRedWatcher@Keksalot

Right. This has gotten a bit more attention than I originally expected, I admit, and it's been brought to my attention that the original plan of entry isn't actually feasible - that is, competing for team slots, with runners-up being entered as bosses, which to my understanding has gotten a lot of people annoyed and upset for various reasons, many of which admittedly relate back to my own conduct. Whilst there are some cases where perhaps rules were not read, there are others where I clearly didn't explain the matter sufficiently, for which I apologise profusely.

So, here's what has been suggested to me as an alternative: Rather than competing for slots on a team, multiple teams are implemented, each containing a number of players apiece, depending on how many applications I actually receive. Within a given team, the rules of combat change slightly: no longer does a given team fight a ranking assassin all at once, but in exchange they're able to collectively challenge multiple fighters at once, speeding progression along. This ought to also speed up funding for a given fight, since any one assassin team need only collect the entry fee for one fighter, rather than my original plan of gathering five times that to let them all make the challenge simultaneously.

In exchange... the competition would shift scope to a more traditional arena. First of all, whilst the original plan involved starting the teams off at 26-30, and having the initial fight be against number 25, I'd likely greatly increase the number of assassins between your guys and number 1 - maybe you'd now start at 101 and below, and have to fight 100 and up to get to the top. Considering how many applicants we've had, this may in fact lead to the endgame much faster than before anyway.

Secondly, and speaking of endgame, serious PvP would become a thing. Naturally, there's only a few top slots for one team to occupy, and even one team will wind up occupying the top few ranks of the UAA by themselves. As a result, player assassins will wind up competing against one another to raise or defend their rank - and in the UAA, ranked matches are almost always to the death. To be absolutely clear, character death in a PvP fight, and perhaps some NPC fights depending on the actions taken, will be a very real, even a very likely possibility under these rules. I will strive to consider a fair system for PvP matches, naturally, but should I implement this system, I cannot stress enough that you as players must be willing to accept the consequences involved if such a match turns against you.

That said, I don't want to make the current situation even less tenable for the players, since the change in plans has already been precipitated by bad moods all round. So, before I do anything drastic, I'd like to put it to a vote: would you rather keep the current system for applications and RPing, switch over to the one that's been proposed above, or perhaps suggest minor tweaks to either of them? Raw votes are a laugh on this post for keeping the current system, or a like on it for switching to the new one; any tweaks you want to suggest, or indeed suggestions for a fair way of judging PvP fights, can be proposed in either the OOC or the Discord channel.

EDIT: Oh, and just as a brief reminder, Guild rules suggest not being mean to one another. Please bear this in mind when considering one another's characters from now on, okay?

No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

NPC Sheets

Shopkeepers

Beretta

Beretta Lumina Magnum

Battle Outfit

Alternative Outfit

Beretta Lumina Magnum

Code Name: Madam Moon

"You want to know more about me, well I am flattered, but the only man I have ever let inside has passed on."

Madam Moon is many things. But terrifying is something everyone agrees with. She's a demon on the battlefield, disguised as a paragon of femininity. A powerhouse, gun and spell slinger who leads the Exorcism Society to glory even the most high ranked UAA officials might fear her. If she dared to play their game. But she refuses to. She has her own priorities and those matter to her more.

She is the mother of Kimber Stray Magnum and his teacher, her skills passed on him into his genetics. She could be described as a mother bear, mess with her baby in a way that leaves him down and she will rush in full force to keep him safe. She is actually a very warming individual outside of her duties as Witch Assassin.

But her son's current UAA obligations have made her obligated to them as well. Acting as a Shopkeeper for the UAA, that's as far as she's willing to go for them to keep them off of Exorcism Society turf without starting an assassin war.

Special Technique:
Hair Manipulation - Beretta has the ability to manipulate her hair as her clothing, which makes her clothing uniquely stronger than other forms of regular clothing. If she were ever in the buff she'd have hair down to her ankle, that she tends to try to keep up and pretty. Just because her hair is used as clothing, it is also what she uses to pull the trigger off of her stiletto gun boots. And also can combine them with other movements. [Think Sindel from MK series] She can lift herself up, hold people with it, etc.

Zimbo

Timothy Zimbo

Sir Roger James Ellington-Theodore

Code Name: Zimbo; sometimes T. Zimbo or Timothy Zimbo

"Magic is a fickle beast. Even if you think you have tamed it's wild nature. One day it may eat your face and your neighbors start to smell your putrefaction,"

Zimbo's Shop

Lower Floor

Welcome

Downstairs when you walk into the old antique shop, you will be greeted by a fairly beautiful woman. She will tell you that downstairs is where you'll find all your incense, ingredients, candles, stones, and other item. Books and spells are up the stairs, she points to a staircase and says she can help you find anything you like.

Upper Floor

Spells and Incantations

Upstairs is a clutter of spellbooks in a small narrow attic like area. In the back is a file cabinet of quick spells written on single sheets of paper all alphabetized.

About:
Zimbo has always been a controversial man. Whenever his name comes up its usually a polarizing vision of him. Some admire him, some say he is an elder when it comes to magical competency. While others, namely the Bullseye Manager and Regional manner see his odd looking store in the same shopping center as them as an eyesore. They see his shop as a tourist attraction. Only thing is no one can tear down his shop because it's been protected historically.

Zimbo himself always appears as if he has a few screws loose. Some say its dementia. He's either taken a few volts to the head. Or he is showing signs of his real age mentally. No one really knows and that's how Zimbo likes it. Even if people managed to discover his real name, he'd doubt they find anything on him. He has little of a paper record. Though he has been tied down to many connections with the occult and different groups.

His name has crept up a few times tied to rituals and seances in homes. Some say he's a snake oils man, a scammer. But Zimbo has the charisma and energy of a ringmaster when selling. And the knowledge of a Sage when he is teaching. Competent and also someone the UAA both respects and fears.

Special Techniques:
Shape Change - There's a rule in Zimbo's shop. Thieves will not be tolerated in any form. It seems whatever Zimbo finds valuable has a curse placed upon it. The curse can transform a thief into any animal form at random. This form last a minute, but it can be quite the deterrent for some. Others need a more aggressive lesson.

With that said Zimbo is quite the skilled spell caster. He goes back to more traditional roots with somnatic casting that requires proper incantations, but it makes his spells quite powerful. He has been spell crafting and spell slinging for years. How many years, it's hard to tell.

Donner

Donner Krieger

Donner Krieger

Donner is… a little off. And when we say “a little”, we mean “possibly more than her sister”; despite what the image shows, her preferred attire when not walking around outside is a lab coat, taped-on cups to cover her privates, a hell of a lot of full-body scarring, and little else. On top of this, whilst very controlled in public, many of her hobbies involve horrific mutilation of herself and others, alongside various highly unethical “science experiments”.

Speaking of which, whilst she is generally a genius with most modern technology, she excels in the field of fusion reactions, anything ranging from beam katanas to plasma power plants, and is willing to offer her technology to those who need it, for a price. On the other hand, she is no biotechnician, and the “backward and old-fashioned weaponry of ze past” eludes her abilities: put her in front of a regular pistol, and she’ll immediately try to upgrade it to a plasma blaster, whilst most forms of tank completely and utterly stump her unless they already hover above the ground and fire energy shells.

Beagle

Stacey Beagle

Stacey Beagle

Gun shop owner

"You gotta do this for me for me Stacey, you gotta do this for Daddy!"

"Aw jeez, Dad, I don't know about this..."

"Y-you gotta do this, Stacey. I owe some real bad people a lot of bad money! Don't worry about it sweetie, 'aint nothin' you learn in school you can't learn running guns!"

Located in Santa Destroy mall is the Beagle Ballistics Emporium. A family owned gun store that doesn't even try to hide all the illegal heavy weapons that they sell. Right now it's being run by Stacey, the teenage daughter of the store's owner, Mr Beagle. Her dad is in hiding right now because of all the debts he owes to the mob... and to the assassins... and to the bank. Still he manages to smuggle in the good stuff from abroad for Stacey to sell and work off the family's horrific gambling debts.

Stacey is a shy and awkward young girl who seems way too young to be working in a gun store. Yet somehow she has an encyclopedic knowledge of firearms big and small. She tends to stutter a lot and apologise too much but every assassin with the cash to burn can walk away from her family's store satisfied.

Assassins

El Gato

El Gato

El Gato

Once a child living in the slums, El Gato (formerly Julio Ahnyet) harnessed his rage at a young age. He became obsessed with becoming rich, and quickly became obsessed with Assassination work by the age of twelve.

It was supposed to be easy.

... But it wasn't. Gato lost his left eye, and was given almost no help by the assassin who had hired him.

Time passed, he had a replacement cybernetic eye installed, he became an assassin proper, and began climbing the ranks.

Mostly human, he's had minor cybernetic work done to increase his reflexes and strength, preferring to use close combat and unconventional weaponry to achieve his goals.

At the current time, he's sitting at Rank 15 comfortably, enjoying the cash flow after having gone hands off with Allison and returning to his own life.

Cuddles

Shippidge Cuddles

Shippidge Cuddles

Shippidge has a very distinct philosophy: “You have to become the top by starting as the-” wait, that’s not quite right. “You have to get to the top by starting at the bottom.” This stems from a long life spent in the criminal justice system - and, technically, a system he is still a part of, given that he is theoretically serving time, though in practice he runs his prison like a tyrant, guards and all.

His prodigious strength, street fighting techniques, and the number of prisoners at his disposal were what originally got him contacted by the UAA, starting off from the very lowest rank, and crawling his way upward person by person. With over two thousand dead assassins to his name, Shippidge Cuddles now represents fear and relentlessness in equal measure.

Stakes

Rainbow Stakes

Rainbow Stakes

A long time ago, in a town far, far away, some jackass realised that his body was a conduit for some form of psychic energy, and learned how to focus this energy to telekinetically manipulate objects as he pleased. And he made a neat buck off of it, too - one buck too many, for a particular group of psychics who didn’t want the masquerade broken.

When they attempted to crush his brain under their collective weight, he found himself grabbing seven or eight of his stage props with his mind, and discovered that telekinesis was as good for murdering people as it was for showing off. Shortly afterward, he was contacted by the UAA to become an assassin, and has since revamped his act to include a whole array of beam katanas, both fake weapons for his acts, and real ones for murdering his foes.

Ruby

Ruby Dragon

Ruby Dragon

It is said that she was able to take over Destroy University with money alone. While most would not know the innocent, and eloquent Ruby is an assassin. She has managed to take over the school with her families wealth alone. It is said her father has made massive payments to Destroy University which essentially gives her a tyrannical rule over the school. Any student, any teacher, heck any security on campus might be under her thumb. She might be a student, but she is not to be underestimated.

Slant

Maria Slant

Maria Slant

Though a skilled athlete and duellist, Maria has made a point of never overstating her strengths, even as she rose through the ranks of the UAA. Her belief is that doing so leads to overconfidence, which in turn leads to making foolish mistakes that then lead to one’s demise; consequently, her fighting style is generally very cautious, and her arena designed to make the best of her own abilities whilst denying a skill advantage to her foes.

Lobster

The Iron Lobster

The Iron Lobster

The age-old leader of a band of pirates, the Iron Lobster is a narcissistic and cruel man. It has been fortold that him and his crew used to sail the seas on their vessel, raiding every sort of boat that was unfortunate enough to fall within their reaches. The plundered loot was all sent back to West Santa Destroy, in attempts to compile their horde as high as it can in pursuits of being some of the richest people alive, even enough to buy the entirety of a continent to make theirs.

Lobster himself is an expert sword-fighter, relying on hit-and-run strategies to achieve a victory while using brute strength to absorb blows if it got past armor. While lacking in special moves or any abilities of the supernatural variety, Lobster makes up for it with his physical capabilities as he alone was told to have had wrestled a kraken and won. His beam scimitar is a highly-valuable weapon capable of quite a lot, but it requires sufficient skill to use, which Lobster also has. The man also carries around his trusted flintlock, capable of shooting bullets that would make the military blush with envy.

His mooks are simple pirates, armed with flintlocks and normal sabers. They don't carry a lot of firepower, and they aren't resilient, but there is a considerable amount of them to have to fight through.

Others

Brigmore Witches

Brigmore Witches

Brigmore Witches

Descendants of the Witches who assisted Delilah Copersoon in stealing the throne centuries ago, these four are sisters through highly diluted and divergent bloodlines. With Delilah becoming lost to the world, they have greatly lost their once formidable abilities and have been reduced to herbology based magic and basic attempts at divination.

Dark, ritualistic, morbid... All are words that can accurately sum up the Witches and their personalities. Wishing to regain the supposed abilities of their ancestors, they have sworn a Blood Oath to kill the entire bloodline of Corvo and his daughter, Emily.

Little else is known, but rumors persist that they can use their dark magic to control vines spawned from the Void itself, as well as various other plant based simple magic.

Hven

Hven Ellington-Theodore

Hven Ellington-Theodore

To be honest most people do not know if Hven is Zimbo's wife or how she even relates to all of this. Despite possessing magical capabilities, she is in fact not quite as skilled as anyone. Many of her spells backfire, her handwriting is messy and she ends up messing up very simple incantations. It doesn't help that Zimbo's type of casting is somnatic and this red bomb shell has a stutter. Some words just prove challenging for her to say.

She's not quite powerful, she's not quite terrifying or intimidating. She doesn't quite have the presence Zimbo has. But! She is far more organized than he is. The lower floor is only clutter free because of her. The one time use spells are only alphabetical because of her.

Her relationship with Zimbo is questionable to the outside observer. They aren't quite affection, in fact they don't even really speak with each other like a married couple. She could just be his sister. But they don't act like relatives either. They behave more married than siblings. But behave enough sibling to question the legitimacy of their affairs.

Either way Hven is a lovely assistant.

No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

Well, that would settle that. The Discord link is up in the 0th post, folks. As for your ideas, both of those sound great so far, and I'm keen to see what you wind up with.

No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

NHNGNP Discord - Chat to the GMs and other players here. We're on a fair bit of the time.

No More Heroes Wiki - Find most of the pertinent information here. Spoilers abound.

We're currently in the opening phase, where players get to create their characters.

S-SWAT: Doorkicking, Demons and Drug Busts

So is anybody else planning on posting, then? Because I'm keen to keep this murder train moving.