Black Ninja

Pirates X-Over: Salazar's Cursed Treasure { Ninja & Angel }

I completely missed this!!!
How can I miss this???

Sorry about that. :/

Let me look into what characters I'm doing and get set up.

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

Food shopping was not the same as part shopping. One wasn't better than the other - just different. There were so many smells and associations with food that one didn't get with parts. But on the other hand, she was more familiar and interested in parts that she was with food. Still, Estella had no trouble keeping up and enjoying herself as they hunted for fresh supplies.

In some aspects, she was fairly good at picking produce, eggs and the lot as she had done a lot of that when she had been home. But Estella didn't push forward, letting Rebeka take the lead on this. She had no problems helping but wasn't the type to overstep or push in on what someone else was doing.

The question about her preferences surprised her. It really shouldn't have. From her engagements with the Americans, Estella had seen they were nice, friendly, and seemed to care about other people - including hers - opinions. Still, she wasn't going to take advantage of it. She did her best to follow Kosher as best she could though she wasn't perfect on it. It was very difficult and near impossible at times. Though, she did avoid any and all foods that was strictly forbidden. Her family would probably be ashamed of her - well they already disowned her - but she still tried to live as best she could to some of the traditions of her childhood.

That said, she didn't impose on others nor want to make herself a burden.

"I'm fine. I don't eat certain foods like pork or have milk and meat in the same meal but you shouldn't concern yourself with me." She gave a smile. "But I do appreciate it." And she did. But she wasn't going to make anyone else's life more difficult.

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The maid that answered the door, glanced them over. Seeming to accept that they weren't vagabonds, she was still a bit firm as she inquired as to their business.

"We'd like to see Mr. Smith if he's available." Roger gave the woman a polite smile.

The maid gave them another look. "And who be you two?" She asked.

Roger let Bea introduce them, seeing as she had more connection with the man than he. Despite the fact she hadn't met him, her father had known him so hopefully, that would get them in the door.

The maid frowned slightly and gave Bea another glance. "Beatrix Brown? You're Edwin's little girl." Her stern demeanor changed almost instantly. She engulfed the girl in a hug before pulling back. "We were rightfully heartbroken about your father. He was such a good man. Such a shame." She stepped aside, letting them in.

"Let me get you some tea. Doctor Smith isn't in at the moment but he should be back very shortly." She ushered them into the study. "Be just a moment." With a flash, she was gone leaving the two alone for a second.

"Well, this is good." Roger gave Bea a smile. They remembered her father and seemed to have warm feelings so they would be inclined to help. He was glad that they came out this way.

"Here we are." The maid came back out and poured them some tea. "My you've grown a lot since I've seen you. You were but a wee lass, not even to my knee." It was obvious the maid knew Bea though if the two had met it had been a very long time ago.

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

Thanks.

Oh good. Thanks.
In that case, I'll leave it.
No reason to go back. It's noted for going forward and from a plot standpoint it won't really make a difference.
:)

Looking for a few more Roleplay partners (18+) OPEN

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Looking for a few more Roleplay partners (18+) OPEN

Hi. Thank you for dropping in.
Hopefully there is something of interest that you might like.

Who am I

I'm Ninja. 28 year old who loves to write and roleplay. It's a major hobby of mine.
I work 40+ hour weeks so I'm usually busy and though I can't guarantee a reply every day, I do try to get back to you within the week.

I'm usually a more private individual but I'm open and enjoy OOC. However, I'm not the type to push it, especially if I feel my partner isn't interested in it.

Rules

I don't have that many rules though I am picky enough to expect that the few I do are adhered to:

• Adult content:
  I don't write smut/erotica but I have no issues referencing themes or fading to black. If you questions on how far I'll go, ask me. I'm not shy [okay actually I am but that's beside the point for this instance] I just don't like to write certain things.
• Age Minimum:
  I require my partners to be 18+. I'm 28 and prefer not to have to worry about if something is age appropriate or acceptable. I might not write erotica but at the same time, I might reference certain older themes.
  That and writing romance with underage kids is very uncomfortable for me so yeah.
• Romance:
  I'm completely open to romance in a story but I don't really like to force it. It has to work with the characters. Also, I will only write M/F romantic relationships though I can RP either gender.
• Writing Style:
  I am not a major grammar enthusiast but I do believe a story can be written well. That said I won't have any issues unless you use text speech or do one-liners (honestly unless we are doing a quick speedy RP that will just kill my end as I am casual to advanced.

My Writing Style

I can (and enjoy) writing multiple characters (pending the story). I write male and female and have been known to have a lot of secondaries and NPCs (again pending story). So yes - if the question runs through your mind - I can double (again pending the story).

I range from loving to create arcs and subplots to doing a more simple story (though usually the former). I do like, at times, to slowly reveal things. I have no issues collaborating on a story or carrying it pending my partner. But I will have aspects that will be revealed as we go in either scenario.

I write mid-casual (apparently casual is 3 paragraphs???) to advanced. Basically, I can do from about 3 paragraphs to a lot - pending the scene, the characters, how tired I am, and what my partner throws at me.

Grammar-wise: I'm not picky nor am I perfect.

I do prefer writing through PMs but I am open to discussing other venues.
I am NOT a big fan of threads but eh we can talk about it.

Posting frequency: I'm looking about once a week - sometimes a lot more than that. It really depends on the week, the level of the RP (casual, high advanced), and life.
I don't guarantee daily posting.

So I have a few plots but I also have some basic ideas that I can develop more plots for if there's interest.
Regarding the plots - I am open to discussion if you like the overall concept but want to change - say venue. Let me know and we can talk.

Major Plots

Orphan Twins - Green Gable Concept

No one wanted them. And honestly who could blame them? It was hard enough to support oneself and one's own family than to bring on two additional mouths to feed. In most cases, they would have probably been split up. Orphans were often split from siblings in order to find homes for them all. However, any attempt to do so usually ended in poor results. The two refused to leave each other. And so they remained together and one of the orphanage homes.

It might have helped if they were boys. Two additional boys would have made farm work a lot easier. But not many people wanted a girl - let alone two. Not to mention the deposition:

Elizabeth (right) was a more outgoing child. Curious, a bit melodramatic, excited about life. However, she had a temper and though it didn't come out often it was one that made adopting her less likely. Though, that probably would have been manageable if it wasn't for her twin.

Alone, Katheryne (left) probably never would have been adopted. Whereas her sister looked at the world and the beauty with curiosity and wonder, she looked at it through the narrow eyes of suspicion. Aside from her sister, she didn't really interact with the other children. She did what she was told by the headmistress but she just didn't seem to do well. Nowhere near the temper of her sister, there were times she was extremely blunt, and seeming cold-hearted. "A bit too bitter for the likes of me," one potential mother said.

And so the two girls remained. That is until a slip up happened. No one knew if the person the request had made mistake or if the headmistress just wanted to get rid of them. Whatever, the case the two girls were sent West on a train, then by boat, and finally on another train to the green fields of Avonlea.

Hi there.
So a slight take off Green Gables (which has been forever since I've seen it so yeah... lol)
The setting: mid-to-late 19th century. Possibly even beginning of early 20th.

What I'm looking for is someone interested in playing multiple characters. I'm open to discussing playing the receiving family, friends, and the works. I can also play both of the children if you prefer.
Of the characters, I do prefer doing Katheryne as I have an idea for her but at the same time, I'm open to playing Elizabeth instead (both names are placeholders).

The overall story is a bit of historical (as in setting), slice-of-life, and the angsts tied to being unwanted orphans.

I'm open to discussing doing it in the actual "Anne of Green Gables Fandom" or just original.
Though it has been a very long time since I've seen/read the story so my canon characters might not be perfect.

The Weapon

Scientists have always been stretching as far as they could go. Most of the time, their work benefited humanity - improving living conditions, life spans, and way of life. But some, push in other ways. Some for the joy of unrestricted research, others for the money, and still others because they were forced.

It was a secret project - unbeknownst to the world. Bordering unethical and even a bit inhuman, it was kept on the down low. Decades of research, billions invested, and many failures but it finally paid off. They had created life - well at least manipulated the current strands of DNA to make a superhuman. The wake of dead bodies and failed subjects were countless but none of it mattered now. It had been done. The ultimate soldier. A trained assassin and spy that would obey their beck and call. Perfect for military use or secret organizations.

The weapon did all that they hoped it would do. Extremely intelligent it flew through the lessons of mathematics, science, history, computers, and anything else assigned to it. In fighting - it becomes faster and more powerful as it aged. Able to on skilled ex-special forces one on one. With super speed, enhanced senses and incredible reflexes the weapon was turning out as they hoped. Survival - the weapon was able to blend in no matter where it was dropped - the forest, city, ocean and somehow manage to survive and get back to base.

The creators were not stupid. They knew that precautionary steps should be in place in case a fail-safe was ever needed. The small implant by the brain stem took care of that. Able to be remotely activated, it would cause a small explosion that would effectively kill the weapon. But only a few really thought it was necessary.

Along with training in education, fighting, and survival - the weapon underwent severe mental conditioning. From even before birth it was fed information and subliminal commands to ensure the utmost obedience.

But then - with no apparent reasoning, no signs - something went wrong. The weapon snapped. Killing her handler and everyone at the facility, she escaped.

A special team was sent after her. For the next couple months whenever they narrowed in on her, she managed to escape. after seven botched attempts - each worse than the last - you were brought in. Your goal, bring in the weapon. You are the last option before they decide to just eliminate the problem altogether.

Supplemental Reports: Top Secret

The Weapon: pa163-F1 "63"

Gender: Designed as female
Age: 22
Weight: 137 lbs
Bio:
Don't let the smile fool you, pa163-F1 is extremely dangerous. It can and will kill you without a thought. It has no moral conscious and is a danger to itself and everyone around it.

Recapture Attempts

Mission reports on all 7 attempts of recapturing 63.

Attempt 1:

Seattle, WA. 1 month after escaping
Based on a police tip about some young man having his hand broken by a “crazy psycho b—” ART moved in to try to apprehend 63. They intercepted It on the interstate riding a motorcycle. After a chase into a tunnel 63 managed to escape by using the motorcycle as a ram/bomb and escaping through one of the sewer drains.
2 civilian traffic crashes occurred as a result of the chase, though the whole incident was covered up and didn’t even make local news.

Attempt 2

Vancouver, WA. 4 months after escaping
ART managed to track 63 down to an apartment complex in the inner city. Blocking off the area they moved in. 63 managed to take out the two guards who first entered the apartment before jumping out a 5 story window. She broke through the parameter though getting shot in the arm by a sidearm. 63 came back and killed the shooter before escaping.

Attempt 3

Nampa, Idaho. 6 months after escaping
An attempted ambush by ART at a café shop 63 was at resulted in 3 civilian and 1 agents deaths as well as 2 agents hospitalized as 63 tore the café apart breaking through the assault team and escaping. The Lt. in charge was reprimanded for engaging in such a public setting and the incident was swept under the rug.

Attempt 4

Butte, Montana. 10 months after escaping
Flagging a local newspaper photo of 63, ART moved in to apprehend the target. Sneaking in so as to not let 63 know they were coming they approached the trailer that It was renting. Heat signature identified one occupant. However, upon entry it was discovered it was a mannequin cleverly set up to give off a heat signature utilizing some heat source. Not much was else was learned as the trailer exploded shortly after. No sign of 63.

Attempt 5

Portland, OR. 11 months after escaping.
One of Anima’s agents spotted 63 in Portland. Discretely, she discovered that 63 was living in inner city apartment complex. Cautiously a team was sent in. Gassing the building with sleeping potion they sent in a few members with a bomb squad dog to find that 63 was not there. While they were inside, 63 opened fire from long range sniper rifle taking out a guard and pinning a couple others down. After another minute or two firing, 63 had moved before an ART helicopter moved in on It’s position. From another angle 63 sniped at the helicopter killing the pilot and causing it to crash. About half a dozen people were killed and at least 13 injured. It was covered up as a “news helicopter” crash that had mechanical issues.
The agent who first reported 63 in the city disappeared that next day and was found in a sewage drain 3 months later.

Attempt 6

Los Angeles, CA. 16 months after the escape
63 was cornered in an old, abandoned meat packing facility. A team of two dozen ART agents with air and dog support moved in to apprehend the target.
Head camera shows the speed and ferocity of the attack. 63 moves in and out of the darkness (power was completely out) like a ghost taking them out one by one. Though, there is one moment she goes up to a soldier with a head camera, knocks his gun out of his hand. Pauses, smiles into the camera, before striking him in the face, breaking his nose.
When the dust settles one agent was strangled by the hanging chains, two killed by a snapped neck, one by a broken nose. Three more had injuries – one with a kneecap splintered, another with minor injuries and the leader of the task force has a scar across his face where a bullet grazed him (flagged by the Director as 63 never misses a target).

Attempt 7

Orlando, FL. 21 months after the escape
Complete massacre. The team was sent in to apprehend 63 on some house near the pier. When they didn’t report back, a secondary team found them all efficiently and neatly killed. No torture, no unnecessary wounds. Those who died by a knife were killed with one strike, a couple was found with a single gunshot, and several found dead by strangulation or snapped necks. The task force leader was the only one who was not cleanly killed. He was found hanging by his arms – stretched out in a y, shirtless with the word “Exite” carved in his chest – though it was assumed he died from frontal choking before the word was carved.
Analysts translated the word from Latin: “Go Away”

As mentioned - you would be someone who is brought in to re-capture the weapon.
This could be a special ops person, behavioral psychologist, or whatever you like.
Basically, you would be a consultant for hire and would be assigned a team to work with you.
But I'm open to discussing :)

Alternative
You can be a Federal Officer who is assigned to the case.
You don't know about the weapon or even the team trying to retrieve her but you do see some of the aftermath.
The civilians killed in the cafe. The woman found in the sewer. The trailer explosion.
Scenes that show the same woman at the scene.
Little do you realize that there is far more going on than you realize.

General Plot Concepts

Here basic concepts/genres I might be interested in:

• Orphan Train
  Something in regards to a family bringing in an orphan. Might be interesting.
  Time period probably more turn of the 20th century but honestly can be any time range (including futuristic).
  On this: I would like to have the orphan. I would also be open to being members of the family and community.
• Injustice 2
  I have not played the game but I did watch the story clips on Youtube. I really like the concept.
  This might be a fun one and I am a bit more open to do canon characters here.
• Cloak and Dagger
  Saw the trailer to this and thought it would be an amazing story concept.
• Mystery
  A couple ideas here: house, detectives, maybe something more light (like pen pals - see my Tree plot)
• Mystery 2: Who are you?
  Concept of your character waking in the body of another individual not knowing how they got there.
• Royalty
  I watched the Black Panther and I really liked the concept. Combined a bit with the Princess Diaries I think this would be a fun plot.
• The Shadow
  Basically this can be a mystery or something fun but the concept of my MC is your MC's shadow. Literally. Duplicate. Identical. Few ideas here from a story I once did with someone and a bit of original as well

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If you are interested, please send me a PM.
Otherwise, thanks for stopping by.
Cheers!

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

Hey - I'm back from my trip.
Just wanted to let you know :)

Star Trek: A New Journey

Hey - just FYI: I'm back from my trip.
I hope everything has been going well for you :)

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

Some people probably would have winced at Rebeka's comment but Estella just laughed. "Yeah, that's exactly what I did." She wasn't too sensitive or self-conscious about that fact. Especially as it was true. She had practically curled up on the floor of the engine catching a bit of sleep before coming in. Nothing wrong with that. Just the faintest hint of doubt hit the back of her mind as the question rose up: was there something wrong with that? The doubt was quickly dismissed. First off, Rebeka didn't seem to indicate that it was and secondly, what was done was done. No point worrying about what already complete.

She took another drink of her coffee**. Despite having lived in the United Kingdom for some time, she still hadn't got a hang of drinking tea. Denmark was predominately coffee drinkers. And though she hadn't drunk a lot of it when she was young, she had picked up the habit and had grown to like it as she had traveled through Denmark. The coffee was American style, obviously, but still not bad. It helped wake her up a bit and it was warm.

"That would be a good idea," she concurred. "I have a good idea of a few different things that we need, just to get started. I didn't make a full list but I know where to get started on." She finished her cup. "I presume you're coming with me?" She inquired glad for the company. It made sense really. Rebeka probably could authorize payments and such - something that they would be foolish to let Estella do without really knowing her.

When the other woman seemed ready to go - the two guests had already departed as well - Estella headed with her outside the airship. She wore basically the same thing she had been wearing the last couple days - trousers that had been slightly modified to fit her better, a sleeveless shirt (her jacket undoubtedly somewhere in the engine room), and boots. In the dark, she may or may not be mistaken for a boy - depending on the lighting and if she had her jacket - but daytime, it was evident she wasn't. Despite the pants, the smudge here or there of grease, the lack of grace (comparatively) in her walk, there was a touch of feminity to her. And the corset helped indicate that as well - tastefully displaying a bit of her form. Not that she thought much of it. It was something that society deemed and despite the fact she wore pants, there was only so much she could really push.

Her hair was pulled back and up pinned in an almost ponytail-style, a few strands purposely left out, hanging down. Little pouches completed her attire, hanging from her belt. Usually, that's where she kept her most precious items or tools - necklace excluded.

Shopping for parts with Estella was an interesting adventure. She might not know the name of a part but she did seem to know if a part worked or not. She examined any part that she might be interested in and then rail into the vendor if it was anything less than what he had said it was or promised it to be. Not so much because the part but because he was trying to cheat them. The vendors quickly realized that despite the fact they were dealing with two women, they knew what they were talking about.

Once she found a part and understood if it would work for what they needed or not, then came the haggling. Having grown up poor and used to haggling for everything, she countered any offer the vendor made with one of her own and then spent a bit of time attempting to haggle him down. Something that they really didn't comprehend as much as there wasn't a lot of it done here in England - or most places for that matter. But Estella did it well, using her knowledge of parts to work in her favor.

As they walked away from a vendor, yet another part picked up, a smile returned to Estella's face. Not only did they get a few good parts but they purchased them at a fairly reasonable price.

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"Thank you," Roger nodded and followed Bea out the door.

Randolph T. Smith. The address from the envelope indicated he was not too close to the docks. That meant a long walk with a suitcase or catching a ride. Flagging down a cab, Roger helped Bea in before giving the address to the man.

He wondered how nervous Bea was. He was a bit nervous himself. This man had held a letter for Beatrix from her father for a year. He hadn't contacted her, hadn't said anything up to that point. In fact, he hadn't really even indicated it was from him, just her father. Hopefully, this meeting would provide some answers that they sought. Did he know about the journal her father had? Did he know where to find it? Did he have anything else that would help them figure out where to go from here? The half of the map enclosed also was a mystery. Did this Mr. Smith have the other half? Who else would Bea's father entrust it with?

There was so much that they didn't know. And the threat of danger was evident as well. Someone had been watching Bea after her father's death. Someone neither of them had even realized. Was that individual still watching or was she safe? Had they given up or were they still out there?

Whatever the case, they had to be very careful. The individuals who may or may not be following them were dangerous and had not hesitated to kill the professor. Roger doubted they would be more lenient to Bea.

But he kept his fears to himself. Giving Bea a smile, he gave her hand a slight squeeze. "Don't worry. We'll find out the truth soon enough." He told her confidently. At least a lot more confidence than he felt.

The house they stopped at was a very old, very large mansion of sorts. The gates were open so the cabby brought them up to the door. Helping Bea down, Roger paid the man. "Can you wait a moment?" He asked the man giving him an additional coin. "Just in case, no one is here and we need to head back right away."

The man examined the coin and then nodded. "Yes, Sir." He declared.

Nodding his thanks Roger looked at Bea. "Ready?"

**[note: I changed it from tea. Denmark is more a coffee drinking culture. I looked into Estella's background and her heritage shouldn't make a difference in something like this.
Also, realized we had him in Glasglow not Edinburg but it works lol]