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Persona: Yokohama Midnights

@Lord Orgasmo



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Persona: Yokohama Midnights

I'll see if I can get one or two more people.

Persona: Yokohama Midnights

@vietmyke Omg I'm gonna be bullying you

Persona: Yokohama Midnights

As for me I'll prob go with Chariot.

Persona: Yokohama Midnights

JAPAN, 2071. For once, the planet is peaceful as technology continues to flourish. Hoverboards and airtouch devices are popular, major chain restaurants are almost completely managed by robot cat hosts, physical health is monitored through chips inserted into the bloodstream, and humans and domestic animals have strengthened their bonds through the use of interspecies speech translators. Despite everything, these technologies seem to fade in the presence of virtual reality. It’s ever present in Japan; with its help, doctors perform complicated surgeries, soldiers are exposed to hyper-realistic training, individuals even use it in place of hallucinatory drugs… and of course, almost everyone uses it to play video games.

When VIVIDREAM, an obscure VR-gaming company, sent prototype headsets out to one hundred lucky individuals in Yokohama, the city appeared to celebrate overnight. The VIVIDREAM headsets provided gamers with a completely new virtual reality experience. More vibrant displays allowed players to further immerse themselves in their games, there weren’t any instances of lag or delay, and instances felt much, much more realistic. The headsets were lauded as a godsend to both casual and hardcore gamers alike.

Then Uehara Masahiko, a popular student and hard-core VIVIDREAM technoid at Izumi Academy, slipped into a coma. The incident was enough to send a shiver through the student body. Whispers passed from class to class. He pushed himself too hard. He spent too long playing on the VIVIDREAM. Rumors flitted about, as well: there were claims that Masahiko hardly ever left his house and only left to go to school, that there were these strange games that appeared on the VIVIDREAM but only at midnight, that someone swore they saw Masahiko on it once before he fell unconscious. A month passed and students slowly went back to their lives. They had tests to pass, friends to watch out for. There was no need to dwell on an isolated incident. Everything was fine.

Right?

At the tick of midnight, the virtual reality presented by VIVIDREAM changes and becomes the MIDNIGHT REALM. Sometimes it might display a sci-fi MMO. Other times it might display a fantasy single-player. The possibilities are endless, but they are always dependent on the type of game its victim (or host) usually plays. However, it is always riddled by dangerous creatures called Shadows that are extremely aggressive. If one dies in the Midnight Realm, they are consequently placed into a coma from which they may never wake up in the over-world.

Players should make their characters’ Personas, their choice of weaponry, and their get-up reflect the type of game they like. Someone who is devoted to a fantasy game should have a Persona that reflects that archetype, i.e. King Arthur, Gawain, Morrigan, other types of knights and mages, and so forth. On the other hand, someone who spends their time playing a lot of western games will have a Persona similar to characters like Billy the Kid, Butch Cassidy, etc. This also corresponds to their main weapon and their clothing in the Midnight Realm.

Please don’t be afraid to ask me any other questions about this.

1.) You must be 18 or older to join.

2.) Be serious about joining when proclaiming interest. Please don’t say you’re interested and then dip without a word. :(

3.) Please be active on both the IC and Discord. I'm a strong believer of the fact that OOC conversation is important in keeping a RP alive, so please don't join and not speak to anyone. Also, please post in the IC at least once a week.

4.) Do NOT ghost us. If you need to step away, let me know.

5.) Not everyone will be accepted. I will be accepting SIX OTHER PEOPLE at the very most, which means you must take your time in crafting out an interesting character that you and other people will have fun playing with.

6.) Please be respectful about people’s claims on Arcana. If you see two people app for Lovers, do not make another Lovers. There’s a bunch of other Arcana out there.

7.) Keep characters’ genders in mind! I don’t want to see a cast of 5 boys and 1 girl or 6 girls overall. Please be flexible when it comes to your characters’ genders.

8.) Have fun and spitball ideas for drama and side-plots. I always have my ears open to your ideas.

Wings of Fire: Distant Storms

Bluemoon nodded at both of the dragons in affirmation. They were all on the same page at the very least. That, and they were friendly. She thanked the moons for that. Many times, even the refugees had tipped their noses up at her and stuffily claimed that they didn’t need her help. It comforted her to see that there were arrogant dragons even on other continents. She bowed her head deeply at them. ”I’ll come back around sunset. Should be cool enough by then.”

Just as she expected, with the descent of the hot desert sun came a gentle, lulling breeze that soothed many weary paws and sun-baked scales. Stained a deep purple by twilight, the sands were much more tolerable to walk upon; they still bore remnants of heat, but at least she didn’t wince when she set her talons down upon the soft surface. The dying light had brought along with it a sense of tranquility that washed across the refugee camp in gentle waves. Bluemoon walked past many SandWings whose eyes had grown droopy with exhaustion. Even the other dragons, like the SkyWings and MudWings that had volunteered to help, walked about with drowsiness in their gait. She was tired, though nighttime had seemingly granted her a second wing; she was excited to lead Hemlock around this tour that he requested.

Bluemoon approached their little nook in the camp, brightening up visibly when she saw that both of them were still there. She walked towards them and stretched a wing in greeting before her gaze settled on Hemlock. ”Ready for the tour?”

Wings of Fire: Distant Storms

Speak to plants? her thoughts echoed. If she was any other dragon, Bluemoon wasn’t certain she’d believe it. Even then, she’d heard much wilder things during her travels. Hemlock’s suggestion on tormenting others made her crack a smile. That was tempting, though she pondered whether the others would pester her more or just avoid her entirely. There was no way of knowing for sure; for now, she much rather kept her mouth shut and solidified the fact that she didn’t know anything about anyone’s futures, lovelives, or deepest, darkest secrets. It had gotten her through things up until now.

Bluemoon closely observed Juniper as she explained the three types of dragons that had steadily migrated to Pyrrhia, only breaking eye contact when she motioned to the others that sat not far from them. The brightly-colored red dragon did have some features that reminded her of NightWings, even if they looked vastly different than she did. ”Now that you explained it, it isn’t all that hard to differentiate between everyone,” she replied with a giggle. Super patterned and pretty ones were SilkWings, very bright ones with smaller frames and black stripes were HiveWings, and then there were LeafWings that bore more natural hues. Simple enough for her.

When Hemlock spoke again, Bluemoon turned to him with a gentle expression. ”I’ll be happy to give you a tour of the Scorpion’s Den whenever you want. It’s my job to accommodate the refugees from Pantala and make sure they’re able to integrate so they become functional members of society. It’s the very least I can do, so no need to thank me for anything.”

Fire Emblem: Crestfallen

MENTIONS: Alfonse [@Zombehs] and everyone else.

Sherry flinched internally when the blond-haired broad opened up his big mouth to splutter absolute nonsense. Fire gathered within the confines of her chest as she swiveled her gaze in Andrion’s direction. Before she could give him a proper tongue-lashing, the others wasted no time in tossing their kindlings into the flames. Their words were enough to make her flush in embarrassment, which quickly turned into fury. Even then, that fury didn’t stick around for long as she realized that the Archbishop himself might as well have been listening to everything. Anger melted into frustration and fear as ice crept through her veins. Nervously, she sent another look in the Archbishop’s direction, though the pale-haired man had quickly meandered away from the gates and motioned for them to follow.

”Come now, children. We have to make it through the tour if we wish to beat the storm,” he called over his shoulder. ”We are to visit the mess hall next. That is where all of you will…”

Sherry didn’t listen to the rest of what he said as the Archbishop began to guide them away from the vicinity of the garden. Heat surged within her as she whirled around to face the Ravaleth boy. ”Think you’re so funny, huh?!” She was very much intent on continuing her tirade, though she quickly realized that she was in no way enunciating her thoughts like a princess of her stature should. Faltering for a moment, she cleared her throat. ”I would like to remind you of who you are speaking to. My claim over your heads is not restrained to… just…”

Hu-uh? She blinked when she noticed a pale-haired minor lordling kneel before some flowers and hold something close to their colorful petals. Is that… no, it can’t be…

Her anger once again faded away and she was immediately overcome with childish excitement. Sherry dashed over to Alphonse’s side, her eyes wide and shimmering with wonder. No way! It is!

”Is that a wyvern?!” Sherry squealed with glee. It was so tiny– definitely not one of the bloodwyverns she was so accustomed to back in Grimdall– but its vibrant orange hue still distinguished it as one with Galbian blood. Was it a hellbender? Lindwurm? No, it was far too small to be one of those. Much to her disappointment, it was too young to tell its lineage. But why was it so damn cute?!

It just hit her; she was being indecent. Sherry flinched again, yet she wasted no time in bringing herself back up into a stiff-backed position as she hovered over Alphonse and peered down her nose at him. ”Croix?” she snorted. ”I thought you hailed from House Kirlou.”

Abyss take her, why did the little lord have a pure-blooded wyvern as a pocket-pet? Sherry didn’t even want to know. Was she going to complain about it? Eh, probably not for the time being.

Wings of Fire: Distant Storms

Bluemoon returned Juniper’s tight smile, pleased to see that she was willing to accept her hospitality. During her time as a volunteer, there had been far too many dragons that had simply stared at her with empty eyes. Satchels of food would oft go uneaten and others were quick to take whatever jug wasn’t taken. It was good to see that Juniper wasn’t too shaken up from her displacement. She turned to Hemlock, about to question whether they needed anything else, when he blurted out a question that she certainly didn’t expect. Well, that was something.

”No worries. Where I’m from, curiosity is well-rewarded. But I’m a NightWing, probably the only one around these parts…” She nodded to get the point across. ”Our kind has been expelled from their homes on more than one occasion, so we know what it’s like. We’ve kept our pride all the way through, though. Everyone knows us for having strange powers, but not all of us do. Like me. I’m as plain as you and Juniper.”

Her smile became slightly strained as she readjusted the sash at her hip. It felt nice to have one less of the heavy jugs to worry about. ”The dragons here think I’m lying when I say I can't read minds or tell the future or feel what others are feeling. It was annoying at some point, but I’ve learned how to make light of it. It’s pretty funny.”

Bluemoon shuffled her wings when she realized that she was probably rambling. Clearing her throat, she sent a timid glance over at Juniper. "You two are LeafWings, yeah? I never thought that dragons could come in so many colors save for the RainWings."

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

MENTIONS: Everyone

Dawnlight brought with it a hectic flurry of activity. Groggy-eyed, and frankly still exhausted from the previous night’s excursion, Neve followed Team Kirin as they were guided to the castle’s stables with hardly a word escaping her lips. She was no stranger to waking up early– in fact, the Grovemasters often made her rise from bed before the first rays. What she wasn’t accustomed to was spending all of her energy healing the wounded so late at night, then having to rise early the next day with hardly any time to recuperate. All of her spells had always been cast at a leisurely pace with ample time to rest in between cures, but the number of wounded last night meant that there was little time to take a breath of respite. When everything was done and over with, she could hardly stand straight. Thank Etro that Arton was kind enough to lend her his arm on the way back to their room. If he hadn’t, she was certain that she would have collapsed and slept on the stairwell all through the night. Neve would have to thank him later.

The castle guard gifted them a flock of chocobo to use during their travels. It was surprising to see their unique hue. She was very much used to the canary yellow ones one found in Drana Asneau, but these looked different. Their color was much more muted and bordered on a silvery-gray. All of them had striking blue eyes that were bright and lively and they chirruped excitedly as the stablehands fitted them with leather saddles and reins. ”Their color will distinguish your team from ordinary rabble that pass through towns,” one of the guards had told them, ”Silver chocobos are exclusive to Leonhart’s warriors.”

They had also been granted a wagon that was pulled by stockier, standard chocobos. It was driven by a cheery moogle whose name was Goug– at least, that was what Neve had heard while she stroked the feathers of the chocobo that had been granted. The castle’s guards made introductions fairly brief, anyways, and before long they were sent on their way through the city. The sound of church bells rung through the cobblestone-paved streets as Balmung’s denizens rushed out from their homes to bid them farewell. Their beaming faces, so full of hope and vigor, was enough to allow a tired smile to crawl its way over her lips.

They would… no, they had to come back victorious for the good of people like those.

Team Kirin left Balmung and turned northwards, their path pointed towards Osprey. Neve wasn’t sure how long it would take them to reach the northern nation, though she was excited to experience its warm weather. Their troupe marched far, far down the path, and the paved promenade soon morphed into dirt roads. The sun was at its halfway point in the sky when the dirt roads disappeared and they were left without any waymarks at all. Ahead of them laid what appeared to be an endless sea of lush and very long emerald grass that glistened under the midday sun. Wind rippled over it and made it seem like it was alive.. Her eyes scoped the fields and the distant, snow-capped mountains that stood stark against the sea of blue above.

”I don’t think I’ve ever even dreamt of such a place,” she murmured. ”It’s so beautiful.”

”These are the Stormseas, kupo! Across from them are the mountains of Midgar.” Goug shouted from the back of their group. ”Yes, they’re pretty, but many a traveler get lost here because of the tall grass– or worse. Best keep your wits about you and stick close together!”