"How does it feel?" Raven said to Yellow Jester as he emptied everything his Shadow Hawk had onto the land bridge with the intent of breaking it apart once Ingrid had hopped off it and reached safety, "To see all your hopes and dreams go up in smoke? No one will avenge you, not even your vaunted Fire Witch - Her day is coming soon."
This was it; this was their day of triumph. The Mechbusters have done nothing, there were no deaths among the Lance. They had proven tenacious and able to last long even against an enemy with every advantage on paper. No longer will they be underestimated, that was to be sure.
But Raven will not underestimate his foes either; they had skill, competence, and a sadistic streak barely restrained by pragmatism. And so he would only rest easy for a moment, for a brief moment... Before resuming his onslaught on the natural feature of the terrain, hoping that everyone else did the same - This land bridge will need a team effort.
"Die now and curse in vain," Raven said to his foes again. "The tide has turned."
If she searched for a few minutes, Cristina would find out there was a walled-off training yard and shooting range, one that had been abandoned amid the QRS takeover of the island. Was that secluded and open enough?
Well, it was, if not for the young man already practicing martial arts there, a young man she could have sworn had been an enemy just last week, but who now wore the blue-and-gold uniform of the Qing Restoration Society. Noticing the Filipina's presence, Han Rui saluted her and said, "Greetings. And yes, I defected to your side; they promised to pay me and my brother well."
Tilting his head slightly in her direction, the youth added, "That, and seeing your friend defeat the Avatar of Superbia was an additional push - I didn't know that was possible before, to defeat the Descent. Which brings us to another topic... You're the sister of his herald, aren't you? If so, did you think of the chance that you can save her? After all, one impossible thing has been done last week; why not try for another?"
Imagine him in a blue and gold military uniform, not the costume in the picture... For now.
Sister Marta Rocha
Light but audible footsteps disturbed the sand on the beach; it was a boy, one who wore a costume of black, white, and gold, with an unearthly amount of frills that emphasized his thin build. It was Jin Li of the Qing Restoration Society, the 'New Emperor'; he who had lifted up his group from a bunch of theatre artists and glorified LARPers to an actual threat to the Chinese Communist Party. What was he doing here?
"Sister Marta Rocha," the boy said in a lilting tone, "It seems neither of us expected the conflict to take us... Where we are now. When I claimed to restore the Empire of China, as a Constitutional Monarchy, it was as an exercise in absurdity - I was being as ridiculous as possible; flinging globs of wet tissue onto a wall to see what stuck. But one thing led to another and now we're being taken seriously; one can say it might go to my head..."
He chuckled at that, but did not cross the line to giggling; he was not that girlish. Then he spoke, "Serious talk; are you relaxed? I myself need to de-stress after keeping out PLA Navy ships from making another thrust into our position..."
Henri Janssens
Henri would receive a private message on what digital device he had from a secure frequency - It was his superiors in the Laleaps Unit.
US Midterms are in 8 days. The party slated to sweep most states wants to halt aid to Ukraine and their opponents have vowed to halt aid to ASEAN unless Ukraine got its share of help. Thus, it is predicted that no help will come at all.
This was going to be bad news; everyone needed to know but who should he tell first?
Hey, you can call me Nirvana, and it's been a while since I've seen any forums dedicated to roleplaying. I'm here to do some combat roleplaying and improve my writing skills with people who like to aggressively read and write themselves. Nice to meet you!
I have a Group Roleplay which needs new players, if you like?