Nerendier

Fire Emblem RP

I'd be interested, I have a character that I've been trying to use in a ton of FE RPs but they never seem to get passed a few days. (Basically he's a dishonoured knight who is of an ancient bloodline giving him basically resistance to fire and maybe some extra hidden strengths somewhere down the line. With GMs approval of course.)

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Very soon I will stop checking this every day. When that happens I will be unlikely to come back without someone messaging me that we are back on track.

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So when can we expect to continue?

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Works for me. I'd still like to take the time to go over the flares because I have a wonderfully sarcastic thing to say about them, but yea, let's do the oil rig thing first.

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So, who's going to the oil rig?

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So I was thinking that we could use chemical smoke flares during this mission. I like the idea of going over what the flares meant for both those on the ground and those in the sky. Something like this,
Green flares - All clear, threat neutralized.
Purple flares - Air support needed.
Red flares - Shits gone sour, casualty restrictions lifted.

If red flares go off it means air support doesn't have to worry about ground casualties, there's not enough people left to worry about it. This is the step before we're forced to go with Order Mike Gold, to see if we can just pump enough shells into it to take it down.

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When Myers started mouthing off to Henry he just snorted. As soon as he began talking Henry subtly began shifting to the side, enough that Myers had to turn his head away to speak to Dizzy. As soon as he did, Henry started making sarcastic hand gestures. When Myers mentioned Order Sierra One he stopped for a moment. It was soon followed by the possibility of Order Mike Gold. Henry made his way over the Vulture and followed dizzy into the cockpit. As the canopy was closing he yelled to Myers, "Hey Myers! If I took a big ol shit in the back, who'd have to clean it up?" The canopy closed shut before he could respond, even if he would dignify it with a response. Henry chuckled, he liked Myers, he tended to like anyone who had the balls to give Dizzy even a portion of the shit she gives others, even if Myers didn't like him.
"Did you hear the way he talked to you? I think he found out you were retarded," Dizzy snarked.
Henry grinned his big toothy grin he usually does. Once again throwing on a thick fake accent, this time theatrically southern, "Well goooooollllyyyyy gee miss, guess that makes us a good team."
Henry and Dizzy quickly began their pre-flight checks, everything green across the board. He wasn't going to jack in until they got the squads into the ship, as jacking into the systems tended to give him a bit of a headache.
Henry's smile faded for a moment as the thought crossed his mind, I guess it's fitting that they chose albatross as our callsign, because we're going to need as much luck as we can get.

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I'll try to post tonight, not sure if I'll be able to though. I just worked 12 hours where we had 2 less people than we should have and was running the entire day to keep up. Personally, I intend to get drunk tonight, and that tends to affect my roleplaying ability.

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Still here. Waiting. Lurking. Soon my precious. Soon.

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Henry scoffed at Dizzy's remark. He thought it was funny at least. He could understand her frustration though, Kilo had lost more than they should have. That being said, they all knew the risk, and he suspected that when it was his time to go not a lot of people would mourn him. Not that he was unfriendly with anyone, just that he wasn't particularly familiar with anyone but Dizzy. Henry went with her to the mess. In her usual fashion Dizzy asked if they wanted to go drinking. Henry already knew that Dizzy would go and get drunk regardless of whether or not he went with her. Henry shifted his jaw around before nodding yes to a drink. He didn't really want to go, however, he felt that she shouldn't go alone. Not that she couldn't handle herself but Henry would feel somewhat responsible if she tried to drive home while drunk. Often Henry would go with her, have a beer, break up whatever fight she might start, then drive her drunken ass home. He got his wrap, a small chocolate pudding and some milk before going to sit down at the table. Suddenly, but not surprisingly, Dizzy started spewing curses when Echo Niner got called back to the hangar for another mission. Dizzy continued flipping her shit in her usual fashion before telling Henry that he was to take the lead on this one. Dizzy had already begun moving towards the hangar when Henry said, "Good, you fly like an old lady drives anyways!" He said before taking a bite out of his wrap. She stomped her way back to the hangar, Henry a couple of steps behind, trying to fill his face with as much of the wrap as he could, dropping pieces of caesar salad and buffallo chicken on the floor behind him. He only managed to down half his wrap before making it to the hangar. He dropped the remainder of the wrap in the trash can at the entrance.

The hangar crew was hurriedly making preparations for launch. "Sitrep!" Henry demanded to the nearest crewman with a clipboard. Before he could answer Henry stopped a passing maintenance man and asked, "You get the hickup fixed?" The man nodded yes and continued his duties.