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Current The hidden benefit of wearing 8 rings total? They double as a pair of brass knuckles in case you get into a fight.
8 yrs ago
Just as we would turn around and condemn or laugh at our ancestors for their barbarism, our descendants will do the same.
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8 yrs ago
I'm happy with participating in a single RP - Something tells me I'm the only one?
8 yrs ago
In Batam for a month after quitting my job. Been powering through my writing since. I guess this is where I call myself a full-time professional writer.
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Doesn't work that way. That list reflects what is ggoing on in IC, not the other way around.
And I like all the interactions that had been going on. That's what I love about RPs :)
Before Captain Ishida Hisashi set off on his search and rescue mission, he intended to follow up on his word to provide them with a radio. Even if they were paranoid, even if they had cast an unsightly gaze upon him, he intended to be there for them. It was the mandate of the UN, and of the JSDF to help civilians, to uplift the weak and defenseless. Once upon a time, he had been a surgeon, a doctor and pediatrician. It was his passion to wrest the needy away from the skeletal hands of death. In a sense, he hadn't changed at all, even if he was forced to wear a uniform and bear arms.

The medical officer, for his fireteam of four, had picked three of his infantrymen and one driver to pilot the rover. The college was relatively untouched by the Coming of Hell, so the less combat-oriented Kyonshikirapeitai would be quite capable of guarding it.

"Remember, we are going forth to rescue our fellow warriors in need, so leave the thought of glory here in this American campus." With his chosen men lined up at the carpark outside the School of Education, he gave them a preparatory talk. Ever since running out of senior officers and veterans, they had looked up to him ever since, "To breath life into them is glory unto itself. These times are terrible, but true terror is to become one of the Kyonshi. We are alive for a reason, and I believe that reason is to preserve life itself." Then looking up at the sky then his watched, he decided to conclude his talk quickly, "Should we see anyone - and I mean anyone, in need, we will stop our rover and help them. Ichiro, keep the UN flag close, don't forget to mount it on the rover. People will know us to be good when they see it."

"Should we really help them sir? I've overheard what was said in the conference room as I guarded it. They do not want us around." Private First Class Ichiro, the flagbearer, said with a touch of dismay. Like Sergeant Maiko, he was a little dismayed that his captain had to tolerate the attitude of the Americans.

"Yes. We are the UN. We are the JSDF. We are Kyonshikirapeitai. And as fate dictates, we do things the old ways, as Samurai. Bushido requires sacrifice. Even if it is thankless." The captain replied firmly, even if he himself had a strained relationship with the ideals of the samurai. To him, it was little more than philosophy, something pushed unto him by his family and clan; if it weren't for the Coming of Hell it would have remained as philosophy. His passion to help could exist without such an embellishment. Alas, as things became medieval, the old ways of the samurai became useful and important again.

With that, they took their rover down, but before they leave, they stopped by the convoy that was being put together by Roy, leader apparent of the civilians holed up in the campus. Captain Ishida Hisashi got out of his rover, the radio he promised to the leader apparent in hand. It was a spare, found in one of the military trucks. It consisted of a rugged but high tech looking walkie talkie with a digital screen that looked like it could kill a person, as well as an earphone with a mic and a speaker. It resembled something a police officer would use. "Here is your radio. Do not hesitate to ask for help." He said to Roy, and after taking a despairing look at the rag-tag group of civilians (how many will not return, these foolhardy adventurers?) being put together for their 'mission', he returned to his rover.
Perhaps I misread your post- I assumed Ishida was going to have a look over the town in his armored vehicle.


He's actually going to town with his armoured rover to do a search and rescue mission to find some of his lost soldiers, who had shown up on his GPS.

But you've kinda read my mind a little bit. Being the idealistic type, he's always going to look for ways to help, so he's also going to be on the lookout for things that might help his tattered unit and the group. He's also looking for... other things, which I won't spoil it for you guys yet.
I thought they didn't want Captain Ishida and crew to do a recon on the Wal-mart?
"But there's no way I'm gonna herd myself and these people into one big place like cattle to be guarded by some jumped up military guys I don't know or trust. I'm all for gathering resources and whatever, you just can't go rounding people up. Especially if you're wearing a uniform and carrying guns like that. You ever heard of pack mentality? There's no chance of civilised anything if they start a rebellion 'cause they think they're being controlled, and this lot are on one hell of an edge." Sam, a woman, attacked Captain Ishida Hisashi's ideas.

The UN medical officer was exasperated beyond words. It would be weeks or months before he grasp of English could overtake his emotions. Such paranoia! Such ungratefulness!

"Well, Captain, all due respect to you and your men. But I think maybe you're overlooking something. There might still be people holed up in town. This is the reddest part of a red state, chances are the locals ain't gonna be too pleased if they see foreign troops poking around on American soil. If end up having to parley with anybody, I think maybe an English-speaking American might be best. Like I said, no disrespect. I just think you guys might be more useful here. I'll meet you halfway, though- if you lend us a radio, we can call if we run into trouble. People or eaters." Then their leader apparent had all but sealed Hisashi's lips.

After a pause for thought, the captain reluctantly said, with perhaps a little discontentment showing through: "Very well. Do what you please. Use radio frequency 40.51 FM. We will be close by." After that, he turned to leave without waiting for a reply. He pitied these Americans more than anything; He had put he and his unit at their disposal and they had cast them aside in a fit of distrust. Back in Japan, his people survived, and that was made possible only through cooperation. Even the Yakuzas, the vilest criminal organisation there, had cooperated for the most part; only some of them had to be fought against as they started claiming territory for themselves.

Before he passed through the conference room door, however, he paused for another moment, unable to leave without speaking his mind, "I pray you know what you doing." This he directed at Sam, "you may have your... philosophy, but why gamble the lives of children? The messenger told me there are many. What if they are attacked? And we are too far away?" He said before pointing to the child with Sam, noting the resemblance, making eye contact with Darcy for a moment. "What about her?" Having difficulty continuing because of the language barrier and because of his rush of emotions, he left it at that before putting on his helmet, locking his visor and moving on.

Sergeant Maiko however, was staring at the people in the room, her expression obscured by the glint in her visor. What they did not know was that she was looking at them with spears in her eyes. While her superior did not show it, she knew that the civilians had upset him, and that had made her very angry. Her sympathy could only extend to the children of this new community, but personally, she couldn't bring herself to care about the adults; Hundreds of her colleagues had already died thanklessly.

"Maiko! Let's go!" Captain Ishida Hisashi shouted from halfway down the corridor in Japanese, his voice muted by distance and walls.

The medical officer had changed his mind; he would drive the armoured rover out with 3 of his men and leave Sergeant Maiko behind to manage their new HQ - dictating which room becomes the bunk and to tidy up their new command room and field hospital. This would leave 6 soldiers behind, just like what the leader apparent wanted. The only good thing he could see from this was that at least the leader apparent had entrusted him with the protection of the people in the college campus... To an extent.
The nature of the conversation changed quickly that Captain Ishida Hisashi could barely keep up. It was the language that made it difficult. Had it been a week ago during landfall, he would have been at a complete loss, but he had adapted fast enough that he could listen to conversations that went on speedily - emergency after emergency had made it a necessary skill. Then a man in spectacles, a seemingly unremarkable man (who Hisashi could empathise with) had pulled him sideways in the conversation by asking about his solar panels.

"They are not powerful. They are part of... Future soldier programme, rushed into service when Kyonshi ((translation:zombies)) came. Together with hinges in knees-" The Captain lifted a leg slightly and tapped on the knee portion of his riot gear, "they power our electronics enough for 3, 4 hours a day. Power must be rationed. We have a few extra fieldpacks in trucks. We could loan them to you for charging electronics."

Then the bespectacled man talked about a backup generator - which the School of Education actually had. The only problem was that...

"We found a backup generator." Sergeant Maiko said in place of the Captain; she was better at the local language than her superior though her accent was still strong, "but the basement is filled with Kyonshi. I instructed the men to block the door and leave it for last as we cleared the rest of the building. The six men we left in the Stiles School of Education should be clearing it anytime now."

By the time Sergeant Maiko had finished, the first objection to the scavenging mission proposed by one of the more prominent member of the group was getting voiced. Captain Hisashi had wanted to object as well; it seemed like an impulsive move without strategic consideration, and neither had he given his consent to it.

"This man is right. Magoko ((Translation: Sun Tzu)) would agree with him. We must... Gather intelligence first. To gather intelligence we recon." The medical officer said, though he didn't make it known that he objected based on his authority and lack of consent to the operation. He had always believed in the softer approach towards governance, "I and 4 others are conducting search and rescue mission soon." Before continuing he unlocked his forearm PDA and brought up his GPS map to show whoever in the council who could be bothered with it. On the map, several icons of infantrymen were blipping, indicating that at least a few of Hisashi's fellow unit mates were wandering not far away, "if you give directions to Wal-Mart, we recon for you."

Being in the civilian group worried him. Some of them appeared to resent he and his unit's presence. One of them had called them Japs, and Sergeant Maiko, sensitive to the term, in turn had given him a death stare. If it had not been for Captain Ishida Hisashi gesturing for her to ignore the man, a quarrel or even a fight would have broken out. Sergeant Maiko had lost most of her clan, extended family and her entire immediate family to the Coming of Hell, and like him, a huge number of colleagues in the UN US Mission to both the living and the dead. The ordeal had changed her. The medical officer had known her ever since she was a recruit freshly posted with him to a medical corp, and had become something of a daughter to him, yet it was becoming harder and harder to recognise her anymore.
Oh yeah, and I got a few more questions:

1) Do we get to introduce arcs for our characters? Should we run it by you or do it whenever we want to?

2) Related to the above. Do we get to bring about special events related or unrelated to our characters? Is there any rules for this? And how should we do this? Because I've got alot of ideas for my peacekeepers, some of which would change the dynamics of things temporarily or permanently, depending on which idea it is.

3) What about things like influence, resources and stuff like that? How do we track such things? It seems that we're doing it arbitrarily and based on character interactions, but would this be the only control?

EDIT 4) What about events that would add or remove manpower, resources and stuff? Obviously we can't have someone finding an oil tanker stuffed full of M249 Machineguns rather than oil XD XD

EDIT: Also, add manpower to the list in question 3.
I apologize if I sound tense. Definitely not my intention.


Like I said, relax XD. No need to apologise for something as tiny as this. Like I said, your post's super. I'll write a post like 4-5 hours later once I get home.

I'll also be posting weapons and equipment lists for my character, in case you guys need it. I just need to copy-pasta again.
You sound rather tense man, relax. A good writer knows how to write a way out of any situation. And I've got a few ideas of where to go with my character from here. That's not to say that I'm a good writer of course.

What you've written is Pretty fine, I could go with it easily enough.
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