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Poked through the thread. Since it looks like you're still in the CS gathering phase, I will try and get something down quick.
I had a setting question.
1. What's the size and general description of the main city in game? I just want to know if it's out in the country or Tokyo-lite. Is it a place where everyone knows each other? How "anonymous" my character is kinda plays into their backstory.
-What is the expected post rate for this game?
I had a setting question.
1. What's the size and general description of the main city in game? I just want to know if it's out in the country or Tokyo-lite. Is it a place where everyone knows each other? How "anonymous" my character is kinda plays into their backstory.
-What is the expected post rate for this game?
Jinny looked quite flustered at the taller, older boy's praise. She honestly wasn't sure what to say to him. It was the first time anyone outside of her father had made note of her skill. "Oh, um. Thanks. I was practicing over the summer." After a moment's pause, she snatched up the set of darts from the rest of the weapons on the table.
"I'm Jin." She shook his hand, her gaze looking for Kiri. Once she found him, she returned her attention to Inei. "I thought that most people here would be... you know. Like me. But, apparently I've freaked everyone out. I don't get it."
She could feel Gizmo's angry stare on the back of her neck, a subtle itch like a mosquito. It was something that she'd realized her mother had been honing in her before she'd even learned to read. So many games of "silent hide and seek" - where little Jinny's goal was to stay hidden as long as possible. That game had been mastered at 3 where she'd managed to toddle her little self into an old dumbwaiter that neither Yumiko or Solomon knew the house had. 12 hours, 3 officers, and 2 terrified parents later, Jinny had won that game permantently.
When Slade began his own teaching on the subject, he was pleasantly surprised that she already had an excellent sense of her surroundings, and just needed fine-tuning. One of the things he was able to teach her early was how to start properly guaging those sensations. Separating a nuisance from an actual threat.
That's exactly what she was doing now. She felt Gizmo's stare heating the back of her neck... and brushed it off like the minor irritation it was. She had already won once. If Gizmo dared step to her again, the beating he'd recieve would need more than a classroom medkit.
"I'm glad I'm not the only one who can actually fight." Jinny picked up a Glock 19 and as many magazines as she could fit in her pockets. After more consideration, she took a rifle off the table as well. AW Covert - a little new for her, but she'd seen it in action and was curious.
"Well. Time to get my butt kicked."
"I'm Jin." She shook his hand, her gaze looking for Kiri. Once she found him, she returned her attention to Inei. "I thought that most people here would be... you know. Like me. But, apparently I've freaked everyone out. I don't get it."
She could feel Gizmo's angry stare on the back of her neck, a subtle itch like a mosquito. It was something that she'd realized her mother had been honing in her before she'd even learned to read. So many games of "silent hide and seek" - where little Jinny's goal was to stay hidden as long as possible. That game had been mastered at 3 where she'd managed to toddle her little self into an old dumbwaiter that neither Yumiko or Solomon knew the house had. 12 hours, 3 officers, and 2 terrified parents later, Jinny had won that game permantently.
When Slade began his own teaching on the subject, he was pleasantly surprised that she already had an excellent sense of her surroundings, and just needed fine-tuning. One of the things he was able to teach her early was how to start properly guaging those sensations. Separating a nuisance from an actual threat.
That's exactly what she was doing now. She felt Gizmo's stare heating the back of her neck... and brushed it off like the minor irritation it was. She had already won once. If Gizmo dared step to her again, the beating he'd recieve would need more than a classroom medkit.
"I'm glad I'm not the only one who can actually fight." Jinny picked up a Glock 19 and as many magazines as she could fit in her pockets. After more consideration, she took a rifle off the table as well. AW Covert - a little new for her, but she'd seen it in action and was curious.
"Well. Time to get my butt kicked."
*sigh* Dead in the water. Shame. Tag me if this ever picks up
Dusted off for posterity.
Kijani was present in the War Room like so many others. It had been a requirement, after all. However, as soon as she heard the ginger in the horribly clashing costume open his mouth and start berating the team in general, her ears shut off. It wasn't her fault she was working with a bunch of amatuers. Certainly that was the fault of those who were supposed to teach them, wasn't it?
If she had to be present, fine. But that didn't mean she had to be lumped in with the children. She found an unoccupied corner and retrieved a book from her back pocket. Then she leaned against the wall and started reading. The library here was quite good, but she could feel some of her language skills getting stale. No sense in wasting time. Reading in other langauages always got her brain going. Soon she was deeply involved in re-reading an excellent Russian translation of The Silmarillion, and ignoring everyone around her.
Midway through a mock battle between Grapedrink Punch Girl and American Ninja Warrior, she found space to use the digitizer. She left her shoes outside the machine - they were far too expensive to be atomized - and stepped in. Seconds later, she was out again, dressed in a brand new suit. The suit itself was lightweight. She liked how it flexed when she walked. The shoes were interesting as well. Snug like sneakers, but more like pointe shoes at the toe. Obviously they would need to be properly broken in. The colors were nice - brilliant crimson, with a rich gold. The material would take some getting used to, though.
All it lacked was a symbol. There wasn't even the "T" that some of the older members sported. It made sense - she was still on the fence about this hero business. If not for Cyborg, she would have been long gone.
By the time she was done checking herself out, Arsenal was making a last call for fighters in the War Room. She might as well see if any of these kids had any talent. So far, the only one she'd seen that was worth watching was Apparition, or Arina. And Kijani wouldn't dare say that out loud. It would go straight to that snobby bitch's head.
"Fine. I'll go. One side, brats." She strode forward, and whoever was in her path would need to move or get checked.
If she had to be present, fine. But that didn't mean she had to be lumped in with the children. She found an unoccupied corner and retrieved a book from her back pocket. Then she leaned against the wall and started reading. The library here was quite good, but she could feel some of her language skills getting stale. No sense in wasting time. Reading in other langauages always got her brain going. Soon she was deeply involved in re-reading an excellent Russian translation of The Silmarillion, and ignoring everyone around her.
Midway through a mock battle between Grapedrink Punch Girl and American Ninja Warrior, she found space to use the digitizer. She left her shoes outside the machine - they were far too expensive to be atomized - and stepped in. Seconds later, she was out again, dressed in a brand new suit. The suit itself was lightweight. She liked how it flexed when she walked. The shoes were interesting as well. Snug like sneakers, but more like pointe shoes at the toe. Obviously they would need to be properly broken in. The colors were nice - brilliant crimson, with a rich gold. The material would take some getting used to, though.
All it lacked was a symbol. There wasn't even the "T" that some of the older members sported. It made sense - she was still on the fence about this hero business. If not for Cyborg, she would have been long gone.
By the time she was done checking herself out, Arsenal was making a last call for fighters in the War Room. She might as well see if any of these kids had any talent. So far, the only one she'd seen that was worth watching was Apparition, or Arina. And Kijani wouldn't dare say that out loud. It would go straight to that snobby bitch's head.
"Fine. I'll go. One side, brats." She strode forward, and whoever was in her path would need to move or get checked.
Kijani relaxed slightly upon seeing that her words had hit home. She was certain that no one had ever spoken to him in such a way before. Oh well - she'd do it as many times as she needed to. Sometimes the crown was not a weight on the head, but a shackle around the ankle. She did understand his position, though. Their allies were limited - the plan had to be airtight to be worth risking anyone's life.
Kijani went ashen at the mention of Lord Vader being sent to kill Adam. Cold and nausea washed over her in a wave. "Oh, no. No, no- we have to warn him. We have to find a way to-"
The speakers pinged, and Eskel's message, the very message they'd recorded earlier started to play. It seemed Adam had reached his goal. It was too late to warn him. Now everyone would know where he was! Kijani couldn't breathe, suddenly.
"...Adam." Her voice was suddenly an airless croak. It was like she could feel the icy hand of the Dark side around her neck, squeezing.
Kijani went ashen at the mention of Lord Vader being sent to kill Adam. Cold and nausea washed over her in a wave. "Oh, no. No, no- we have to warn him. We have to find a way to-"
The speakers pinged, and Eskel's message, the very message they'd recorded earlier started to play. It seemed Adam had reached his goal. It was too late to warn him. Now everyone would know where he was! Kijani couldn't breathe, suddenly.
"...Adam." Her voice was suddenly an airless croak. It was like she could feel the icy hand of the Dark side around her neck, squeezing.
Devika could feel Roxy's frustration, since they were quite close. But public arguments were just... tacky. "Very well." She went back to eating her own food.
After everyone was done eating and had some rest, they went back to the game section. The crowd had picked up a bit but still wasn't overwhelming. There was a game that was new to this carnival, called Jacob's Ladder. The ladder was unstable, and on the bottom was thick padding for when you inevitably fell off. The top had a bell on it. It looked like fun to try, but quite impossible to win.
"What do you think?" Mara looked pretty interested.
After everyone was done eating and had some rest, they went back to the game section. The crowd had picked up a bit but still wasn't overwhelming. There was a game that was new to this carnival, called Jacob's Ladder. The ladder was unstable, and on the bottom was thick padding for when you inevitably fell off. The top had a bell on it. It looked like fun to try, but quite impossible to win.
"What do you think?" Mara looked pretty interested.
I was absolutely going to put mine in with the Penguin.
This seems quite unique. Tentative interest.
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