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

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My Hero Academia: Another Story

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Sofia Rousseau - Noctera

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_{Construction Block}

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City Trial Run - Part 2

(8 Minutes Remain)
Sofia would be lying if she said she felt any empathy for the robot that got run over on her way here. Instead, its partially warped and dismembered remains taunted her as a glaring black mark on her looming evaluation. On the plus side however, it did push her to at least attempt to incapacitate the few pursuing criminals that chased after her. The lone heroine definitely had the mobility to evade them and just as quickly crept around the small group, taking up a nine foot high vantage point on top of a stack of precast concrete wall panels to secretly size up her three pursuers.

We should be out sight of the other machines... I hope. If I can take these down quickly, I should have just enough time to rescue the hostages and lead them to safety. She let out a faintly hesitant murmur as she slowly rose to a crouching position, her secondary arms reaching into the compartment of one of her large sleeves to produce a school-issued hand restraint. She fidgeted with it a little as her eyes zeroed in on a single target, one that luckily seemed to lead the other two along a secluded path she could follow after.

If only I had more time, then I could pick them off one by one... Now if I want any chance of doing this, I have to act before they split up. She belabored the point as she hurriedly flew herself up to the scaffolding besides a business complex in the making, the rattling of the pipework prior to the minor creaking of the wood planks under her feet keeping her on edge till the very last step. The leader seems to have a tranquilizer rifle. Even if it is not lethal, one good shot will be enough to end the test for me if I am not careful. The suit is meant to give me some protection against blunt and sharp weapons, but needles might be another matter...!

With her window to strike closing with each passing second, Sofia dashed her way to the edge of the platform and jumped off from between the metal pipes and with her wings guided her decent towards the back of the unsuspecting leader, one henchdummy at either side. The other two are carrying stun batons. Although dangerous, but I cannot let that rifle get a clear shot. I have to take it out first!... Here goes nothing! Knowing full well that she couldn't work up the force necessary on her own, she let the momentum from her decent ram her knee against the leader from behind, but only after she let one of her silk lashes fly to wrap around the legs of the guard to its right. The impact caused the rifleman to slide front-first passed several feet of dry tire-driven dirt, its firearm stumbling out of its arms, while behind them the ensnared bot would see its feet pulled from under it.

Having latched onto her quarry's back, all four of her arms frantically went about restraining its wrists behind it, taking the robot out of the fight for the purposes of the exercise. She went about the task furiously, and just as wildly turned her head to spot the third cohort emerge from the thin dust cloud to swing its crackling baton at her. The cord from her arm had completely slithered back to her as she leapt up at her attacker, the prod missing her midsection but smacking against the edge of one of her lower wings. The potent flash of pain made her gasp as she rushed closer and grappled onto the guard's torso. Immediately, she clambered her way to the bot's back, it's grasping free hand was met with her own as she used all her strength to wrangle both of its arms behind it.

Before she could wring the baton away however, the previously lashed guard had risen to its feet and approached to attempt to assist its comrade. Spotting the raise of its baton out of the corner of her eye, Sofia's arms gripped onto the collar of the robot she was on the back of, and with an abrupt backwards lean of her entire weight, made the dummy's head and upper body tilt back. It is no good! My wings cannot take a direct hit! She thought as she saw the electric arc inch ever closer.

I just need an extra push...! Her arms strained to pull the robot further down, her face grimacing as another surge of pain hit her wing. Just a bit!... Moooore! In the moment that followed, like her life depended on it, the wings on the opposing side winded up and thrusted forward, kicking up a new cloud of dust into the sky, Sofia pushing herself into a dive that just about dragged the dummy's head in the way of the plunging stun prod, the business end barreling in between her antennae and clashing into the automaton's cranium, sparks flashing at the point of contact.

The training hominoid jolted rigidly in place, Sofia seizing the opportunity to swing ahead and orient herself on its front, after which she kicked off from its midsection and into the air, the two guardbots colliding and stumbling together onto the ground. Though she couldn't get much height due to her injury, the heroine shot both her silk lines into the dirt road on either side of the collapsed duo. Finally, at the height of her jump, her arms ripped away from each other and she plummeted like a guillotine that ended in a loud stomp on the pile of them.

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After the pair of criminals were properly arrested in like manner to their leader, Sofia hurried along to the structure at the area's center, maneuvering around the mechanical watchmen's field of vision and taking them out one by one, from top floor to bottom floor. Though she didn't like how she'd feel the following morning, she pushed herself to flutter to the top floor nonetheless. The first guard was ensnared by her lashes once it turned its back on a window frame. The second saw its neck tangled by her line and pulled off of the middle floor before she used its body to break her fall at the foot of the building. The third she jump kicked to the floor when it approached to investigate her second victim.

By the end of it all, she was left with six arrested criminals and four freed civvies staring blankly at her as she sat against a pillar at the first floor, utterly spent and just partly hoping these bots had the wherewithal to carry her out of here. She lamented her luck and frailty all the same, her arms shakily tugging at her collar and costume, her breathing haggard as the adrenaline wore away. She'd never let herself live it down if she didn't leave the training ground under her own power. She just needed a minute.

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

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Rowan

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| @Jerkchicken |

Under a leisurely hand through his worn beard, Rowan pondered over the officer’s request. It would have been preferable to know about this detour of theirs ahead of time. “Preparations will begin at the eastern entrance to the village starting at six with the intention of the whole group setting out by seven. I don’t care to make a big spectacle out of this, so if we could keep any needless formalities to a minimum, it’d be appreciated. Plus, I should mention that our team is meant to rendezvous with two others before nightfall, meaning only so much time can be spared to pull off a search if you still want to be a part of the joint offensive the following morning. It shouldn’t be too hard to pull off if you have the right mounts at your disposal.”

It probably went without saying, but in the event that it did, Rowan would admit that the guild wouldn’t be able to accommodate her men as far as personal transport went. Rather, the guildmaster had made arrangements for a large buffaloo-drawn wagon to be delivered for the benefit of the hunters. So it’d be pretty much up to the village guard to secure whatever they needed for the journey.

With the rest of his day already mapping itself out in his head, the guildmaster found himself quickly rising out of his seat the moment it seemed that these preliminary matters were settled. “I’m somewhat grateful the guard came to me now instead of announcing their involvement the morning of. At any rate, both our peoples might just have their hands full for a while to come. In the meantime, you’re welcome to help yourself to the coffeepot downstairs anytime, just don’t make me regret offering it for free. Farewell,” Rowan said as he lead the way to the doors and opened one for Meche to leave first. There was time enough for him to be cooped up with a never ending mountain of paperwork, but for now he wanted to be in the main hall while the morning ran its course.

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

Update Time

I've thought about how to handle the hunting quest from a game runner's perspective and decided to propose the general idea here first before moving forward. Hopefully this way, those who expressed interest can voice whether or not they can work with this, and if not perhaps an agreement that works with everyone can be reached.

As far as what I'm leaning towards for now, I suppose if I had to give the approach to leading this entire event a name, it might wind up being something like "sequential check-pointing" or something like that. I believe most reading this would have at least experienced something similar in previous RPs. Essentially, the GM or other such showrunner (me in this case) will be in charge of making a post for each and every key development in the story from start to finish.

Really basic in nature, but to use this hunting quest as an example, my first post would probably be seeing the caravan gather in the morning. Keep in mind that I will probably be providing the precise time of day (or time bracket) that each checkpoint takes place as a point of reference. So naturally after everyone is gathered for instance, the party will begin the first leg of the journey and so on and so forth until they make it back to the village.

Side Note: I believe it only fair to tell everyone interested that the journey from the village to the festival grounds is set to take nearly a whole day (partly because I intend for medium to large pack animals to be involved with the trek). That means leaving and returning to the village may take a few days in total (in-story).

With that in mind, I intend to move things along with updates to the quest on a weekly (real life) basis. My first thought would be every Monday (exact time of day isn't a concern unless enough of you really want that set as well), but that day can be changed to one better suited to as many as possible. I really hope everyone can follow along with posts of their own week to week, and of course collaborations are welcome. That said, I don't intend to postpone scheduled updates just because one or two players won't be available for a turn. A courteous heads up is always welcome in that regard nevertheless.

So hopefully that helps paint a reasonable picture of how this could go. Feel free to let me know who's still interested and if this approach is worth going with. I can't say for how much longer this current day we're on will keep going, but if this plan of mine gets the all clear, I will begin brainstorming and drafting this coming week.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

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Sofia Rousseau - Noctera

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Sheltered Training Area

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The Hollow City of Discipline

Sofia could be seen fiddling with and adjusting the fit of her admittedly snug costume on route to the training facility. Not that she didn't on some level fret over how it looked and felt to a reasonable extent, but in the grand scheme of things any gripes she had were fleeting and really couldn't take her mind off of all the butterflies in her stomach for very long. The sight of the immense installation in all its glory wouldn't at all help in that regard as it turned out, and she just about shrunk in the wake of its looming scale as they all entered.

While at first taken aback by the rising training grounds in the form of a replicated metropolis, her gaze didn't stray too far from the suitably massive ceiling that enclosed it all. Her wings trembling restlessly under the thought of a personal flight of fancy of hers; such milestones seemed so far away from where she stood, but after today she'll be one step closer... with any luck.

Speaking of which, after the intense rush of the trial's start had subsided a little, she would then be frozen in subtle dismay as Abigail offered to spearhead some kind of collaborative effort at a relatively quiet place to the side. Even if she wasn't told so directly, Sofia's mind would hearken back to the past two weeks worth of broken writing utensils (two of which were pens), lunchroom accidents, flying pigeons with suspiciously impeccable aim, and one minor wardrobe malfunction that she'll nevertheless take to the grave.

The offer needn't have been genuine for Sofia to feel guilty in disregarding it, and quietly she headed out on her own to a nearby apartment building roof, fluttering first to the top of a semi, then to a higher tree branch, then to a fire escape, all with no trifling amount of effort before perching herself on greater and greater vantage points overlooking the city. She needed to seek out conflicts of her own to handle, to stand out from the others, lest she fail to prove she deserves to be here.

_{Nearing Construction Block}

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City Trial Run - Part 1

(14 Minutes Remain)
Breaking up a few looters seemed easy enough when she started. But when the getaway driver started to flee the scene in the loaded pickup truck with another goon on the back, Sofia immediately felt as though she'd lost control of the situation. In the coming moments, hindsight would hit her hard as she frantically struggled to stay upright against the relentless pull of her right arm's silk thrower, the piercing head of which had been shot through the car's roof, the spike anchoring her in for their desperate escape.

Almost immediately, her wings battled against the torrent of rushing air until she was being drawn along like a very unsteady kite. Trees, telephone polls, lamp posts: all this an more she forced herself to maneuver around, a hastily preformed horizontal run along the second story of an office complex before the thug at the back attempted the proactive approach towards getting her off their tail for good.

The line was already quickly drawing Sofia close, but the synthetic criminal's move to rip away the cord at its head just about made time screech to a halt, her heart in her throat as with an arcing reach of her other arm, she let the second silk thrower loose. This time, the lash ripped through the air with a terrible crack and coiled around the perp's calf. Then with an equally dire motion, her arm reeled back, causing the dummy to collapse down legs first into the tail gate, which gave way under the blunt force and opened for the hapless criminal facsimile to violently tumble off the speeding truck, followed almost immediately by the majority of the simulated electronic goods they stole.

I have been far too sloppy thus far. But if I can just put an end to this getaway, then I should be fine. She anxiously supposed while falling onto the roof, her arms grasping at the edges for stability. Course, no sooner had she done so than had the vehicle started swerving wildly to force her off, her antennae, hair and fluffy collar rustling as she lowered her head over the slanted windshield. Easier said than done! She was more than a little annoyed when the driver activated the wipers as they almost slapped her, but she was more alarmed over how erratic it was driving and she certainly couldn't withstand the g-forces for much longer.

If only I were stronger, perhaps I could break and force my way in, but as it stands I will not make it in time...! Sofia bewailed to herself, thoughts racing until she noticed a jagged crack in the windshield that was evidently from when the spike of her silk thrower penetrated through the roof and looked to almost do the same to the front pane. Shaken, she swallowed a lump in her throat, glancing at her billowing right arm. Unless...

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The construction block proper is one of copious steel beams, purposefully unfinished foundations and scaffolding overlooking gravel mounds and heavy machinery. It was also the backdrop of a tense hostage situation, with several armed thugs guarding four kneeling and cowering civilians divided among the three floors of an underdeveloped, open framework building (two at ground level and one for each subsequent level). It was fairly obvious how this ordeal was supposed to be approached, but that made it all the more unexpected when the getaway truck plowed through the surrounding fence and into an unsuspecting thug prior to slamming straight into a sizable heap of gravel. Sofia, who was still on the roof at the time, was sent flying under a wave of dirt and smoke, managing to flap her wings just barely enough to lessen her rolling fall. She felt thoroughly sick by the time she got up, the situation dawning on her in seconds.

Things have definitely not gone according to plan. While she reckoned she could draw a few of the patrolling guards away, getting to the hostages located in the framework building near the center of the construction site would be even more difficult to manage. What's more, Sofia sported a few more cuts and bruises for this one, and needless to say her suit was a lot less pristine than when she started.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

Sofia

Transferred to a different school. She wishes you the best.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

I most assuredly want to continue working on the sample post, so this is technically a WIP. But at the same time, I may have plenty more time on my hands if the rest of it isn't accepted, so I'd appreciate knowing one way or another. If it is, I still won't put it in the CS tab until it's actually finished.

Silver Wing Hero

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____________________________________________________________________ Name: Sofia Rousseau Age: 17 Gender: Female Hero Name: Noctera Quirk Name: Moth Quirk Type: Mutant Quirk Description In regards this, her current and most advanced stage of progression when compared to similar cases, the Moth Quirk allows for many of the traits and abilities inherent to many species of moths. Chief among numerous physiological changes are her second pair of highly dexterous arms, her robust set of insect wings and her sophisticated compound eyes, well adapted for scenarios in which light is scarce. Even so, her unique anatomy is not without certain holdups. Furthermore, flight, although very useful at its current level, has room for improvement in terms of speed, maneuverability, and sustainability. Should Sofia attain to her true potential, her instincts will shape her into a highly maneuverable agent of nearly unmatched perception, especially in instances that's would find most at a definite disadvantage. ____________________________________________________________________

Appearance

Sofia's body has reached a fair balance between her human and moth sides, to the point at which her unique endoskeleton extends throughout much of her body and stops at the elbows for her primary arms and the knees for her legs. From there on her bones fuse seamlessly into a highly durable exoskeleton over the rest of the appendage. For the most part, she has human-like skin that takes on a very pale white coloration, but there are large darker areas of a flexible chitinous material that stretches up the side of her torso from her hips to just under her main shoulders. It is from here that her exoskeletal sub-arms start from.

The composition of her head itself is adapted so as to support her fully functioning compound eyes and sensory antennae. In contrast, accommodating her wings and secondary arms as a part of her life is an ongoing effort and the majority of her casual fashion choices are made with them in mind. Even her student uniform is likely to have been tailored for her to an extent.

Inventory & Possessions

• Moonchaser Suit - Somewhat fluffier than the prototype, it is of a flexible, aerodynamic design that carries over the ideal of being lightweight while providing a great deal of warmth, insulation and protection.
• Dual Silk Throwers - Under each baggy sleeve of her suit is one of two devices strapped to her forearms, invented to launch a length of a high-strength lashing filament with a small metallic spike at the end. Currently shoots up to a distance of 5 meters.
• Night Shade - Mask-like facial gear that fastens over her face and can deploy a set of tinted lenses over her eyes to counter bright sources of light. It can also functions as a gas mask.

Sample Post

"Are you quite alright, Miss Sofia? It might not be the worst idea to take a small break, you know?" suggested the old man with a minute sense of concern as his head dipped down towards her. The sound of her strained grunting resounded through the spacious home gym. It was the weekend after the first semester physical exam and the girl had taken to it with a newfound urgency.

"Yes... Theodore... I am fine..." she gradually muttered out a response at the height of her pushups, more than a little miffed that she had an audience of any sort now. "... Please... do not make... me lose count..." her dainty voice struggled to sound even remotely authoritative. She found herself holding her breath as she focused to keep track on her tally.

The man, looking to be at about his mid thirties early forties, just stood towering there next to her with a cold glass of lemonade in his hands, an amused hum the moment she immediately folded her arms behind her back and shakily switched to her smaller. It was true that he didn't know the full extent of her capabilities, but did know the sight of someone stubbornly pushing their limit. Mere minutes later, he could almost have guessed the exact moment those arms of hers gave out and she collapsed right there on the mat, panting haggardly.

He lowered closer to her, speaking in a quieter tone though taking on lecturing quality. "Very impressive, Miss Sofia. But I find that the more you breath in, the more oxygen reaches your muscles," he said, the girl responding with a bit of flustered breaths before she flopped to her back for the rest of her recovery. "I know you've been on edge since the exam, and no one's gonna fault you for wanting to get stronger. But that's no excuse for overexerting yourself."

Sofia immediately began relenting using the house's gym to exercise and not some place more private, even more so than starting push-ups so soon after weight training. Though she puffed up her already ruddy cheeks and turned her face away from him, she knew she wasn't going to get better at this overnight and maybe this binge of hers did more to ensure a rather torturous tutoring session the next day than it did bring her closer to her goal.

After a minute or so of awkward silence between them, the dapperly dressed gentleman reached over to towel laying on his shoulder and handed it to her, her hand tentatively taking it to clean herself up. Amazingly refreshing through it was to wipe away the sweat from herself, she felt utterly ridiculous. Placidly her main arms would lift her up to a sitting position, her other pair taking the towel in their stead. Her mind wrestled with what to say, the words still not fully there by the time she started speaking. "Um, Theodore... D-Do you still think that I have what it takes... you know, to be a hero?"

My Hero Academia: Another Story

@SimpleWriter
Yes, and in earnest as of late. I should have something by tomorrow.

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

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Vivian

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“... And since I you’ve been asking nonstop, Jeremy finally started walking not long after we settled in! Millie was in the other room, so she almost missed it when he got to his feet and started wobbling off the carpet. The little guy really caught me by surprise when he began, though the same can’t be said for when he fell flat on his butt almost immediately afterwards,” Vivian read with warm mirth to her voice, the old dwarf laughing hardily from his weathered wooden recliner at the front deck of his home. There was another chair to his side that he offered to her, but she respectfully declined.

It wasn’t very often that she got the go-ahead to recite someone’s mail for them, but Mr. Hulgrom was a common exception as of late when it came to his son’s letters from abroad. Before then, she’d often pass by his residence to happily deliver mail as she would anyone, most certainly those of the solitary sort. But lately the old man had begun to open up about his family, and while she herself didn’t have similar stories to tell (not while she was on the clock at least), they both grew fond of this little arrangement of theirs, just the same.

“I tell you one thing though, papa. A part of me is surely going to miss holding him in my arms when he’s older… Perhaps you felt similar when I was growing up way back when…” the letter went on, Vivian proceeding softly down the end of the thought, noticing Hulgrom’s wistful sigh as he sat back in his chair. “I’m sure you can imagine the joy Jeremy’s brought to us, even in these early years. All three of us send our love, papa, and we can’t wait till your visit next year. Till then, be sure to take care of yourself, eat well, and if that lovely Vivian girl is reading this for you, be sure to invite her for tea once in a while because she’s a very hard worker and-” Vivian added with a mischievous smile before the dwarf leaned forward to swipe the letter from her hands.

“Ya almost got me there lassy, har har!” he laughed along with the young girl before he eyed the the parting words of the letter. “I thank ya. If ya ever tire of serving drinks at that bar o’ yers, come by anytime.”

While primarily a joke, Vivian still appreciated the offer and agreed to a little refreshment now and again when she next delivers to his home. With a cordial wave and a tip of her hat, she’d return to her route, but waited until she was out of sight before hurrying along. She had some ground to make up.

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

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Rowan

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| @Jerkchicken |

The guildmaster didn’t seem overly fazed one way or another, though Meche could certainly tell that he was giving the proposal some thought, and if he had any major objection to the grounds she was basing her offer on, he’d likely have been quick to point them out. But as it stood, Rowan would sit back in his chair, arms folded as he decided on how to approach this. “I agree that you have your work cut out for you. But just so you know, I hadn’t planned on seeing the guild become involved in anything more than the job requests that may have come up over this monster outbreak. Satiating a group of squabbling vendors is one thing, but I’m not about to stretch the purview of this establishment just so some indecisive watchdogs can save face,” he said prior to a reflective glance to the side.

“But if you want to talk about what’s practical…” he’d immediately continue, his eyes darting back to the woman. “While some might look at us as being a readily available source of manpower, I feel it necessary to remind you that these are largely freelancers you’re talking about working with. Among other things that should be obvious, you can’t expect them to agree to this unless you have the money to make it worth their while. And judging by how dangerous the scope of this mission of yours is… let’s just say I wouldn’t be surprised if your people have some arrangements to make.”

In essence, the guildmaster wasn’t saying no, but he was saying cooperation came with certain conditions, though of course the finer details could be sorted out at a later date, such as when actually writing up the contract for this task force. The crux of Rowan’s case however, seemed to center around agreeable wages and supplies for all members of this potential group. It was an understandable enough concern, but at the same time, as Meche had so readily revealed to him, funds and resources could potentially be an issue moving forward. The guild itself had its own revenue streams to fund its current operations, but as it stood there were not shortage of strings tied to those finances, meaning it was hardly in a position to pay for this new endeavor either.

Rowan would admit as much if it came down to it. If this really was going to be a problem though, securing more money for either the guild, the guard or the task force directly was always an option. In his opinion, he wagered the honorable village guard had the better chance of successfully reaching out for a sponsorship of sorts. Keep in mind that there’s plenty of money tied to the upcoming trade festival, and there should by all means be some people willing to pour money into such a noble and business-savvy cause.

“I’m not about to call off tomorrow’s hunting party. If you want to give this ‘task force’ of yours a test run, then by all means send as many or as few guards as you want,” Rowan mentioned, subtly curious as to how the ratio between the two groups would turn out in that case.