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My Hero Academia: Another Story

I'll keep an eye on this as well.

My Hero Academia: Legends

Hello there. I was just about to leave off for the day, and I certainly won't be back for a while, but if I may say something real quick: Looks to me that, if you don't have a group or solid plan for your RP, then it might be advantageous for you to either start an interest check thread in here, or an open discussion thread over here. Sorry for being a bother. I'm sure in those areas, you're bound to get the attention you want. Hopefully it all works out for you.

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

Time seems right to unveil the character I had in mind for a while. I hope you guys won't mind the extra elfling. She'll probably be delivering mail to an establishment near you. I haven't decided where to start her off, so if anyone wants to sway me one way or another, go ahead and tell me.

I also took some liberties in the skills section, as I intend for her to improve as time goes on, depending on how the RP itself goes. Hope that's okay.

Vivian

Vivian

14 ◆ Female ◆ Half-Elf

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Appearance

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Occupation

Every morning, Vivian will depart from her residence and head directly to the post office to begin her routes as a mail delivery girl for the day, a job she takes to diligently and with a vibrant smile on her face, especially when she comes across other people on her route. After she's finished and returns to the post office to turn in her equipment, she'll go to the Golden Hind Inn where a good portion of the afternoon will then be spent waiting tables.

Skills

• (Journeyman) Singer - Has the makings of a skilled, melodic vocalist with a number of various songs in her repertoire
• (Apprentice) Tailor - Can't fabricate entirely new clothing from scratch but can sew and patch existing fabrics relatively easily
• (Novice) Cook - Conceivably able to prepare a few meals slightly more difficult than cooked eggs fairly consistently

Description

Even by human standards, Vivian is usually considered by many to be too young to have spent her early childhood moving from place to place. Yet she herself would look fondly back at the great adventure her life's been prior to a fateful encounter with Rowan some years ago. She saw something in the grumpy old fogy that day and has since accompanied him even as far as Frontier Village. Heeding his advice to get settled, Vivian very quickly decided on the mail delivery service as her main way of supporting herself, but eventually took on extra work as a waitress at the local inn, mostly as her way of thanking the establishment's keeper for giving her a place to stay. She can be quite inquisitive and outgoing when it comes to people, but does appreciate some alone time now and again.

Point of Interest

Post Office - It has always stood near the heart of the village, its growing operations in conjunction with the settlement's expanding borders necessitating a number of key extensions over the years. Most notable is one of it's newest additions, a wood and cobblestone tower that supports a sort of aviary at its head for all the office's resident messenger birds, perfect for express letter delivery to and from many major villages and cities. Employment has likewise grown, from the workers made to sort the mail and run the postal service from the inside, to the mail carriers whose combined routes encompass the entire village.

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

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Rowan

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| @13org | @Jerkchicken |

While Mr. Cullen took Kumiko’s jab at the merchants with his usual bit of indecorous laughter, Rowan would unsurprisingly find her insistence towards forcing them out the old fashioned way to be altogether less amusing, a small groan when she mentioned it the second time. “You made the right call this time, but don’t let it go to your head. If nothing else, I expect you to tell the difference between people who can be reasoned with, and troublemakers who won’t listen unless you make them listen,” he admonished, by now knowing just what she’s capable of when it comes to the foolish and disorderly who find their way to the guild on occasion.

The guildmaster would immediately hold up his hand to keep either of them from interrupting him before he continued. “Even so, I can’t blame you for getting restless. Once all this pest control is over and done with, I’ll see about wrangling up a job worth loaning your expertise to,” Rowan conceded a tad, his expression letting her know he was both genuine and at the same time not about to budge further than that.

To her quip just before she moved for the door, Mr. Cullen would smile widely and raise his coffee mug appreciatively. “Not a problem, my dear. I’m never so busy that I can’t make time for you, (chuckles),” he jested before taking a big swig.

After Kumiko opened the door to leave, there’d be an assistant who’d peek his head in and address the guildmaster. “Um, sir? There's a guard representative here. I believe she’s here to see you.”

Rowan would languidly lift himself to his feet at that, picking up the complaints and other paperwork in either arm. “Only the one, huh? Suppose my time in here is at an end regardless,” he said, making sure Isaac was following his lead. Far be it from him to let the old man take up a whole room by himself.

In mere moments, the Guildmaster would emerge from the room, handing off the clipboard and documents to the aforementioned assistant before stepping toward the tables of the second story balcony, the pile of merchant demands still under under his arm when he recognized Meche’s uniform and approached. “If you’re here, I doubt it’s for the coffee. If it’s a private meeting you’re after, step into my office... though I suggest you make this quick,” the spoke frankly, taking to the usual drill when dealing with official village correspondence.

Prior to leading the officer to his office, he’d turn to Kumiko one more time if she was nearby. “Looks like I’ll be preoccupied for the time being. See to it that we’re not disturbed... in as civilly a manner as possible, if it isn’t too much trouble,” he suggested with a wary lift of his eyebrow.

Lowering his hand into the pouch at his waist would produce a rather garish gold key, with which he’d unlock the broad ornate double doors which unmistakably distinguished his office. Rowan patiently opened one of the doors for the woman, after which he himself proceeded inside, slamming the door shut before Isaac could weasel his way in. “Drat…!”

“Don’t mind that. Have a seat and say what you came here to say,” the man told Meche in reference to one of the two chairs standing in front of a large desk. Behind it was a more distinguished armchair, one that Rowan sat down on before lowering his elbows on his work station, the new stack of papers being set to the side. His hands calmly folding together as he listened to her state her business.

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@LiverisGood
Sounds about right. I reckon it's something I'll start giving my full attention towards as the deadline draws near if I'm honest, keeping in mind that I'd like a count of all players that wish to take part. I feel it kinda early to expect people to line up so soon in the RP, not everyone has even had a chance to post yet.

That said, I wouldn't want to push things back that much. If someone hasn't shown interest soon after learning about it, I doubt that would change much weeks down the line.

Perhaps what I will do, given how I wouldn't want to inconvenience people by demanding they write out in detail their characters arriving at the guild to sign up for the quest, is just require them to tell me OOC, or a PM here or on discord that they're interested. The cut off date will probably be by the end of next week. That way I'll know who's up for it and will be able to prepare accordingly.

In-story, I see the quest having been up a day or so before the IC starts anyway. I might be off about that, but that's my interpretation. That's a convenience for player characters who are already settled in the village. To newly arrived characters who are joining the quest, I would love just a small but clear mention of signing up at the very least. I'm of course not going to hold people to that though.

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

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Rowan

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| @13org |

The room that the two men were in wasn’t that large at all, it being just one of a few private spaces on the second floor meant to allow that little extra privacy among clients and hunters, though they are open to any parties seeking a secluded correspondence… or a guildmaster wanting some level of peace and quiet while he worked, while also having someone like Mr. Cullen to look after.

“Come in, my dear!” answered the gleeful old man as Kumiko made her way inside.

Rowan was taken aback by the stack of papers she brought in, a clearly aggravated sigh upon hearing what they were. “Don’t tell me they came back. I thought they got the message last time,” he said with some exhaustion in his voice, rubbing his eyebrows as his elbow stood against the table. He was clearly not happy to have anyone, least of all Kumiko, dealing with some bothersome traders in his stead.

“Well that’s what you could expect when it comes to merchants. They don’t get far in that business sitting patiently on their thumbs,” Cullen advised, trying to be sagely about it, but he wasn’t exactly trying to hide how happy he was to not be the one in their crosshairs. “They say you should never get between a merchant and a sale… unless you’re another merchant, of course… But then again, they do seem pretty united when it comes to this delay thing, eh?” he rambled a bit with a silly smile, already knowing how little help he was being.

Rowan set his clipboard aside and listlessly started to flip through the stack of complaints as best he could. Kumiko will easily tell from his face that there could be an honest to the gods offer for a generous donation to the guild hall among them and he still wouldn’t care to give them the time of day. Needless to say, there was no such deal in all she had recorded, but Rowan did key in to a sizable group of requests. “Seriously? Not only do they want the monsters cleared out, but some of them also want an escort to the festival itself. They could just hire their own escorts if they’re so scared,” he said with a dry shake of his head.

“Another thing about merchants: They can be very stingy at times,” affirmed the old gentleman, feeling at liberty to say such things because some of his good friends are traders. “Still, well done my dear. I do believe I see a generous bonus in your futuuuure,” he suggested playfully with a toothy grin, leaning over towards Rowan.

Looking to Kumiko, the guildmaster let out a small sigh, one that looked an awful lot like he was stifling a tired yawn. “Yeah, you did good Kumiko, handling that like you did. Burning all of this would be a treat for me to be sure, and once this mess is over, I think I’ll do just that. Might as well have something to look forward to…”

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

@13org Perhaps I will post it then anyway. For all I know, Liver won't mind waiting. I could always edit the post afterwords.

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

@LiverisGood I imagine welcomes are in order. I noticed your CS doesn't have a "Point of Interest" but that's understandable given that they're new and all the locations affiliated with your character can be found in your description. And if the GMs gave you the okay, then I guess I'm fine as well.

@13org My response is very much done and I was just about to post before our visitor arrived. I can post it as is, or I can add to it, if you would prefer.

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

I did it, finally. It wouldn't surprise me if some of you guys predicted the adventurer's guild making a move like this. But just so you know that signing up isn't mandatory and that this move was made with the GMs' approval.

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

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Rowan

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From the moment he first heard the news, he knew he had a long couple of days ahead of him; At least that was his estimation from his lengthy experience, though it was under the assumption that the teams sent in to clear out the monstrous incursion were capable enough. It did stand to reason however, considering the level of importance resting on the festival. Mind you, that was his impression even before the onrush of whining merchants barged into the building and demanded he take action.

The amount of self control it took to patiently hear them out aside, Rowan did indeed see little recourse but to issue an open contract for anyone so able to join the village's hunting party, members of which will travel together to the festival grounds and coordinate with other hunting teams to rout the intruding monsters. Applications have been coming in steadily, and it is estimated that around a dozen hunters will be set to depart tomorrow morning.

Till the festival's finally underway, the guild hall would continue to have its hand's full. One couldn't ignore the sheer number of people who came this way only to be stranded due to the delay, and that only meant more problems that needed sorting on top of the usual amount of jobs that always comes their way. It therefore hardly came as a surprise that the guild employees that requested time off for the festival had said petitions temporarily suspended until the predicament was handled, while everyone on the whole saw an increase in their hours. Rowan needed all hands on deck, a matter he made next to no effort to sugarcoat to his staff, though he did mention a fair bonus to their next paychecks.

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The frail older gentleman sitting across the table from Rowan chuckled loudly as he lifted the cup of coffee to his white bearded lips, clearly having the more enjoyable time out of the two, having taken to one of his anecdotes that danced around the line between truth and hyperbole. He is known as Mr. (Isaac) Cullen, an old friend of the former guild master, who had agreed to stick around to show a newly arrived Rowan the ins and outs of managing the hall, that is... when he wasn't strolling down memory lane and generally doing his part to ensure his protégé wound up just as bald as he is.

"Yeah, yeah, very funny. And why did you pick here to spend your morning telling stories and not at the pub again?" Rowan replied, not even bothering to look up from the clipboard of trade documents that an assistant handed to him, many of which needed his sign off. This meeting of theirs wasn't exactly a private one, as to their side were the descending stairs that led to the ground floor of the hall.

"Because my stories are for the ones that need them, and there's no one that needs a good story more than you, hehh heh," the man returned with a wrinkled smile. "Seriously now, you're still the same stick in the mud you were when I first took you under my wing. You know you could have at least invited your dear old teacher to your lovely office so we could reminisce in peace." Cullen leaned forward expectingly with his hand resting on the walking stick at his side, trying to look as innocent as he could.

Rownan did look up from his work at that, though with an annoyed, almost unbelieving look in his eyes. "And have you in the same room as the wine cabinet. Not a chance. Some of us learn from our mistakes, thank you very much."

"You're no fun..." was the old man's dejected retort before taking another sip of his coffee.