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Shall start workin on a character now!
Replied to the collab~
Well, shes had some rough ideas for a plot for a little while, so she'll gather them and toss a PM your way and we could try and refine stuff.
And stages is kinda what she was thinking would be best too, both p3 and p4 did have the evolutions after all.
And stages is kinda what she was thinking would be best too, both p3 and p4 did have the evolutions after all.
Interested, been wanting to RP persona for a long time but every time shes noticed one it ended up not getting off the ground.
Could try and help with co-gming stuff too if you need one, thought of making a persona rp a few times in the past but never did it so could dig up some of the ideas from that to try and help cobble stuff together. Plus she just loves world building, so theres that...
Anywho, as for general input, would think a new story(like the third idea) would be more fun then just rehashing p3 or p4. Would say not having a wild card would be the best bet in general as well, in order to keep players on more even footing. No huge opinion on multiple persona per arcana for all characters, might be a little complicated allowing everyone multiple personas though. Having a single persona per user(and maybe an evolution at significant development points) could allow for it to be more symbolically related to the character as well. Either way could probably work though.
If you do end up going the way of p3/p4 AU she'll just put in a vote for p3 since thats her favorite.
Anywho, love the hell out of persona, would love to actually, finally get to RP it.
She can also volunteer her hand at making some pretty graphics if need be /photoshop nerd
Could try and help with co-gming stuff too if you need one, thought of making a persona rp a few times in the past but never did it so could dig up some of the ideas from that to try and help cobble stuff together. Plus she just loves world building, so theres that...
Anywho, as for general input, would think a new story(like the third idea) would be more fun then just rehashing p3 or p4. Would say not having a wild card would be the best bet in general as well, in order to keep players on more even footing. No huge opinion on multiple persona per arcana for all characters, might be a little complicated allowing everyone multiple personas though. Having a single persona per user(and maybe an evolution at significant development points) could allow for it to be more symbolically related to the character as well. Either way could probably work though.
If you do end up going the way of p3/p4 AU she'll just put in a vote for p3 since thats her favorite.
Anywho, love the hell out of persona, would love to actually, finally get to RP it.
She can also volunteer her hand at making some pretty graphics if need be /photoshop nerd
Mae's gaze rose at the entrance of another voice, one which certainly could not have belonged to any of the band of children that had inexplicably gathered on the tiny boat. Her eyes narrowed as she looked over the strangely formed man, her grip clutching the strap of her bag. Something about him was irksome, liking an aging teacher who had long since lost their patience for the job. Before his statements could sink in the girls attention was drawn away by the lights appearing off in the distance.
The girl winced a bit as she looked to the light, her eyes having been adjusted to the night time darkness. She blinked a few times, and the sight remained. With the building in the distance growing ever closer a sinking feeling began to rise in the girl stomach which was only made worse by their own boat suddenly speeding up. When the man leaned down to speak to the group again she shifted back a bit, turning her sight off the side of the boat where it remained the rest of the trip, stubbornly determined to ignore her surroundings.
When the boat came to a stop she shuddered a bit, an arm slipping off the edge of the boat when the barrier faded away. Mae didn’t bother waiting for any instruction to depart the boat before jumping out, taking solace, even if brief in once again having her feet planted on solid ground. Reluctantly she would follow when the odd man began forward, maintaining a distance between herself and the others as she did so. It was either forward into the building or back into the seemingly endless expanse of water, it was obvious which was preferable, even if by a small margin.
Upon entering and being assaulted by the noisy scene of the strange looking workers hustling to and fro the girl drew in a sharp breath, both hands now clutched to her bag, her eyes narrowed to a sharp grimace. It was just as surprising as the noise how quickly silence fell over the hurried room when the group of kids entered the room. Even as they were hurried forward once more, Mae could not help but steal glances at the strange workers as they moved to the elevator lift.
Her head was already spinning from the strange hurried events that were now taking place, every little bit of information ending up in a headache enduing lump. In the welcome moments of silence Mae slipped her hands into her bag, pulling a familiar notepad and pen from inside. She quickly flipped the cover over and to a blank page, jotting something down just as hastily. She then made a quick grab for the sleeve of Yoru's outfit just before thrusting an arm out through the cramped lift, the page of her note pad she had written on presented forward. The strokes of her writing on the page were slightly shaky but still legible enough to be easily read, penned in a bold black ink on the thick paper. ”I never agreed to this. Take me home.” The message read, the first sentence on its own line with the second positioned directly below, both lines underlined twice for emphasis. After a few moments to be sure it was read she dropped her arms to her sides, fists clenched defiantly and glaring daggers through the lift.
The girl winced a bit as she looked to the light, her eyes having been adjusted to the night time darkness. She blinked a few times, and the sight remained. With the building in the distance growing ever closer a sinking feeling began to rise in the girl stomach which was only made worse by their own boat suddenly speeding up. When the man leaned down to speak to the group again she shifted back a bit, turning her sight off the side of the boat where it remained the rest of the trip, stubbornly determined to ignore her surroundings.
When the boat came to a stop she shuddered a bit, an arm slipping off the edge of the boat when the barrier faded away. Mae didn’t bother waiting for any instruction to depart the boat before jumping out, taking solace, even if brief in once again having her feet planted on solid ground. Reluctantly she would follow when the odd man began forward, maintaining a distance between herself and the others as she did so. It was either forward into the building or back into the seemingly endless expanse of water, it was obvious which was preferable, even if by a small margin.
Upon entering and being assaulted by the noisy scene of the strange looking workers hustling to and fro the girl drew in a sharp breath, both hands now clutched to her bag, her eyes narrowed to a sharp grimace. It was just as surprising as the noise how quickly silence fell over the hurried room when the group of kids entered the room. Even as they were hurried forward once more, Mae could not help but steal glances at the strange workers as they moved to the elevator lift.
Her head was already spinning from the strange hurried events that were now taking place, every little bit of information ending up in a headache enduing lump. In the welcome moments of silence Mae slipped her hands into her bag, pulling a familiar notepad and pen from inside. She quickly flipped the cover over and to a blank page, jotting something down just as hastily. She then made a quick grab for the sleeve of Yoru's outfit just before thrusting an arm out through the cramped lift, the page of her note pad she had written on presented forward. The strokes of her writing on the page were slightly shaky but still legible enough to be easily read, penned in a bold black ink on the thick paper. ”I never agreed to this. Take me home.” The message read, the first sentence on its own line with the second positioned directly below, both lines underlined twice for emphasis. After a few moments to be sure it was read she dropped her arms to her sides, fists clenched defiantly and glaring daggers through the lift.
/twiddles thumbs.
So how about dem magic boats
So how about dem magic boats
This sounds pretty interesting
Still waiting for any information on the masters...
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