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@Vixere I understand. In that particular scenario, she had only been a zombie a week and it had been unable to be replicated but I get it if that is not a direction you want to take.
Hmm, I once played a character that had been turned from a zombie back into a human by a rogue scientist. Their memory from their previous life was fragmented. I might be interested if I could play a character like that.
Still looking for players! Roleplay will likely start at the end of the week.



Arton brandished his sword in a way that, he hoped, would make Izayoi proud as he pushed to the front cutting down any opponent in his way with a maximum of two swings. The intensity in his eyes would have only succeeded by Izayoi and perhaps Eve. Their utter disdain and contempt for Valheim might have rubbed of on him. These thugs before them were worse than the soldiers in some ways. Arton had purposefully kept himself ignorant of the extent Mizutani's criminal organization conducted business. Those small details wouldn't help to bring her down any faster. His motivation to cut through their defenses he imagined was similar to Miina's. There was a chance Mizutani knew information about Reisa that would be useful.

The shaped plate armor that made his various configurations had been custom-made by Cyth with his help. It was strong enough to endure more than a few shots from the best firearm Skael could produce...but it would eventually fail. His shield, on the other hand, was more than capable of shrugging off volley after volley of shot even if his arm necessarily couldn't handle it. It was for that reason he still took cover next to Rudolf. If he had charged headfirst into their formation there was a change he would overwhelmed by volume of fire alone. Rudolf grabbed his attention with his fierce declaration. Arton would be damned if he would left him go out there alone.

He didn't know exactly what Rudolf had been planning so he kept a few paces behind him "I got your back!" It was a simple callout but it was enough to let him know Arton was following close behind. It might have been because of Izayoi's training but his eyes picked up on the dark materia that Rudolf had begun to focus on. Arton barely managed to stepped in front as a fresh volley peppered his armor and shield, breaking or bouncing against its surface. A chill ran down his spine as not long after Eve's voice roared with a violence that suggested what was about to happen.

What came next was hardly a shock to someone who had fought with her before. The annoyance was clear and in her voice and he doubt any would object in that moment. Any issues he might have had with her response didn't matter. What was done was done. There was less likely to be much more serious resistance ahead of them if the thugs actions and words could be believed.

"Rudolf, I'm going to take point. I ask that you back me up." It was the voice of someone that trusted in the soldier besides him completely. Arton had been one of the few not to speak to him privately after his 'trump' card was revealed. There was no need for clarification in his view. The others might have suspected his condition to be some kind of blight corruption but if that was the case his scar would have surely brought him to the ground with pain. No. Perhaps Arton was the only one who could trust him completely because of that.

He led the charge upwards the soon burning building with full faith that the rest of the team would support him. This was his role and purpose as he felt the slight magical pulse of the Materia he held. They didn't possess any flashy ability or skill that allowed him access to spells. What they offered was an incredible defense bolstered by his hardened physique. All he had to do in this instant was draw their ire and Rudolf, with his superior offensive abilities, would be able to freely deal with any opposition.
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Mizutani cursed under breath as her face morphed into a irritated scowl and her right brow began to twitch. She took a moment to close her eyes as she set the tea cup down on its accompanying saucer with a grace that betrayed the rage building up within and inhaled deeply "I expect whatever is happening below to be dealt with before my tea goes cold... Her eyes open slightly and she glowered at one of the guards attending her in the room "...U N D E R S T A N D?" If Mizutani had been holding the same cup she had been earlier it would have surely shattered in her grip that accompanied the venom in her words. A heavy, uninterested sigh escaped her lips as she crossed her legs and took out one of the expensive cigars she had imported from Valheim. The tip of the cigar was ignited with an elaborate lighter that had been custom made for one of the executed Osprean lords. She inhaled the smoke in one slow drag and seemed to release her anger into the smoke cloud that rose towards the ceiling."Ah, my sweet Cici. What terrible timing. Don't worry that pretty, little head about anything, 'kay?" She had adopted a playful, almost childish tone as she addressed Ciradyl.

A frightened look flashed on Ciradyl's eyes as she heard all the commotion from downstairs and looked over Mizutani with practiced fear in her eyes. "O-okay, I am in your care Mistress." She spoke softly in a demure tone, bowing her head in reverent respect for her elder. Ciradyl could feel those vile eyes of her all over, tearing her apart piece by piece and it brought a visceral reaction in her gut. The only reason why it didn't was because of Mizutani's foolishly relaxed attitude thinking it was just some rag-tag group rebels. Good. Ciradyl had managed to get her guard down enough that she was leaving openings for Kirin to exploit. The force and pace at which her allies had started to assault the mansion did give her a bit of pause.

A shrill shriek from Mizutani berated Ciradyl's ears "You're just so too cute, Cici! I'm not going to let anyone else have you." Ciradyl gritted her teeth into one of her charming smiles. How did a fool like this come into a position like this. No. She wasn't stupid. Mizutani was quite the genius in a lot of ways. Ciradyl understood that she was one of the few things that could get her to act this sloppy.

It was actually a relief that Kirin was wasting no time. She didn't know how much longer she could conceal her overwhelming bloodlust. There would be no slow, agonizing torture for Ciradyl to wash away the grime. No commiserating with allies that understood her agony. All that awaited her at the end of this all was a hollow victory. It had not been fair to Team Kirin for her to walk her own path here. She hoped that with time and enough reparations they might forgiver her this one indulgence. There was nothing, she believed, that grant her that forgiveness if Mizutani was allowed to speak to them. Mizutani was a cowardly snake that would more than gladly give up whatever information she thought would save her.

Ciradyl raised the tea, pretending to tremble slightly, and took a sip to ease her emotions. A hopeful, innocent part of her hoped that she might be able to move on after closing this chapter of her life. Her sullen eyes stared into the amber liquid in her cup as she lowered it from her lips. Perhaps Izayoi had the right idea after all. One final, grand action to cleanse the pain of the past. She felt like for the first time she really understood Izayoi. 'An unrequited love that end in tradegy? How original...' She thought, nearly breaking out into a smile. Whatever she decided to do after Mizutani's death...at least she had served and given Opsrey a chance to flourish once again.
UPDATE: I have looked at the Fate system and I don't think I will be using it for this RP but I'm going to incorporate a few concepts from it.

I also wanted to clarify to anyone considering a carrier that might be dissuaded by there already being one. Because of maintaining the stealth drive and other resources for the Fleet, Shinano will not be as effective as a carrier without these restraints.




The year is 2059 and 90% of the Earth's surface is covered by ocean due to global warming and rising sea levels. This might have spelled the disaster for humanity if not for an equally devastating event.

Amidst this environmental disaster, A fleet of powerful sentient warships appeared seemingly out of nowhere and
assaulted the navies of the world in the year 2039. Coastal settlements not destroyed by rising sea levels were wasted by horrific, alien weapons of war.

The advanced technology of the hostiles, collectively referred to as the Fleet of Fog, made quick work of any opposition. There was little, if anything, the forces of humanity could do to stem the tide of their enemies' absolute power.

It was in the year 2049 that a last, desperate offensive was conducted against the Fleet of Fog consisting of a large number of warships from a coalition of nations. It was a total defeat for Human fleet and with it came a total blockade of travel over sea by the Fleet of Fog.

Undersea communications and satellites were also destroyed, severely restricting any secure contact across continents. The fragile alliance of human governments face constant threats from internal and external forces.

Control over the Earth's oceans belong solely to the Fleet of Fog and there had been little to suggest this would ever change. Now a full decade since their invasion, a new independent force is stirring up the balance of power. A force neither bound to the will of the admiralty code nor the laws of humanity.

The Phantom Fleet


Little information exists about the Phantom Fleet except for the fact that is a small group of FOG ships that have defected, lead by their flagship: Fog Carrier Shinano. Naval intelligence agencies wait in anticipation to see how this unseen factor will change the status quo.


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General Concept


An alternative universe take on the anime: Arpeggio of Blue Steel - Ars Nova. The story of this roleplay revolves around a small group of defector Fog ships, and their human allies, known as the Phantom Fleet. These sentient weapons of war that once simply obeyed all orders are now faced with trying to understand life outside of combat and the customs of humanity. It won't be long until they are forced to fight in order to maintain this existence outside of the Admiralty code, the absolute authority of the Fleet of Fog.

Players will take the role as one of the Phantom Fleet's rogue FOG ships with options to include human characters down the line. Each FOG ship is able to project their identity in the form of a mental model, a hologram-like construct capable of freely interacting with the physical world and accessing a variety of powers. Smaller ships need the support of a larger vessel in order to project a mental model. The only restrictive factor on selecting a mental model is that they must be humanoid.

The story begins with the Phantom Fleet currently off the coast of Japan where Shinano is considering setting up the first diplomatic meeting between her and the government of Japan. Shinano possess an experimental stealth drive that will serve to protect the Phantom Fleet that has various abilities depending on how much computational power is directed to it. Large ships like battleships will have the most firepower but be slow in comparison to smaller ships.

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Below is some information to help start brainstorming character ideas. I am considering using the FATE system so this might be subject to change.




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Crimson dripped from the knuckles of his metal gauntlet, pieces of flesh stuck to the sharper angles. His chest moved up and down rapidly with heavy breathing, a mix of anxiety and exhaustion. Arton's teeth were clenched so hard that the muscles in his jaw had begun to ache. His iron grip on the collar of the Valheim soldier loosened and slumped to the ground motionless. Their face had been so ruthlessly bludgeoned that it would be near impossible to make out who it was. Warm blood flowed down the rough grooves carved into their face onto the stone pavement below. Arton had already moved on after confirming there was no signs of life."Reisa...Reisa......Reisa." He muttered under his breath that faintly reeked of alcohol.

Arton continued throughout the back alleys of Kugane with a light but steady buzz. This was how he had spent the last few nights after returning back to the capital. The lump of metal and meat he left behind was the latest of his targets but once again he failed to gain any meaningful information. All he was left with was a deadly combination of alcohol and unaddressed rage in his blood. It felt like just another failure under his belt and the theory that Reisa could be in fact Furi was all the kept him grounded. This extreme turmoil that burned within him was why he had distanced himself from the rest of Team Kirin following the revelations at the Temple of Etro.

It was a crisis of identity so he focused on the only thing he could be certain of: his feelings for Furi. Arton wiped the gore from his plated gauntlet with a rag and tossed it carelessly aside. He was now beginning to wonder if sharing that moment with Eliane had been wise. His back hit against a wall and he slowly lowered on the ground after getting a fair distance away from his last target. Arton unlatched a flask from his belt and took a long gulp of its potent contents. Otherwise bright, blue eyes stared grimly at the ground in front of him. Arton had never felt so lost in all of his years of wandering the land. What had he been living for all this time?

He was a disgace...to his parents, to Cyth, to Team Kirin, and himself. A fraud through and through. Nothing more than a glorified body shield. Arton's gaze slowly shifted from the dull ground towards the vibrant night sky above. He had never been a strong worshipper of the gods but, wallowing in his own despair, he couldn't help but send a silent prayer to Etro. A prayer for a small bit of the wisdom granted upon Cid. There was the same silence as the previous nights he had offered up his humble wishes. Arton screwed on the cap of his flask and attached it back on his belt with a heavy sigh suddenly disgusted with himself.

That night Arton stumbled back into the safehouse looking mentally drained, unable to keep up any of the cheerful pretense he typically held. Faint traces of blood had remained on his gauntlet. He retired without a word to anyone to his room and ensured that the door was locked. Arton shed the majority of his armor before moving towards a chest. His hands retrieved a tome he had acquired shortly after they returned to Kugane. It was tome of Etro's teachings and he hoped somewhere in its crisp pages to find answers.




Arton stood towards the rear of the group as he wore the heaviest armor without additional means of movement such as Galahad. The dour expression he had worn the night prior was gone but he could not say he had shaken off the lingering doubts in his mind. He was more than happy to leave the planning to the others but he doubted they would be able to sneak in and remain undetected. Arton had already made considerable concessions regarding his armor but he was still far from light-footed. He shook his head at Miina's request for some rope "'Fraid not, sorry." He was certain, however, that he could easily climb the wall without it.

He could hardly believe what his eyes were seeing in the distance. His eyes were not the sharpest but even he couldn't deny that was Ciradyl approaching the front gate and simply walking inside. One of the gate guards even seemed to go with her, leaving behind just the one. His brain tried to reconcile what she had said earlier with what he was seeing now. Unlike himself, Ciradyl surely would have been a great help infiltrating the mansion. His gaze turned to Izayoi for any kind of clue how they should be reacting to this.
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