OldManWong

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

I intended for him to go ham on the stray aggressor, unless you had something else in mind

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

@TheWindel Sora called the police and just stayed with them, he is a mere bystander~
Also, can I post a reaction since I have the time, or should I wait, since it's a bit speed-posting-y?

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Naruse Sora

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”Oh boy. They took out the knives.”

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Sora was content to a dangerous extent. Such a casual gathering was something he'd never experienced prior; however, he couldn't be more comfortable in the current atmosphere. That was, until a cutesy little group of thugs walked in to the pizza parlor. Sora's eyes narrowed, dilating to a tight ring of light red around is shrunken pupils, but it was only for half a moment. His features never changed from his absent minded countenance and he continued to smile, talking with Retsu and Yoshino idly, as if he was oblivious to the quickly changing atmosphere.
"I wonder, Retsu-san, why tiger bones? Isn't that a medication for joint pain? I can give you a massage if you like!" Shamelessly, Sora reached over and grabbed a slice of Yoshino's pepperoni pizza, his complexion returning to its initial color. As he took his first bite, the sound of a platter hitting a wall then the floor as well as the shattering of a glass cup rang out behind Sora. He leaned back in his chair leisurely, tilting his head to observe the confrontation rotated at a 225 degree angle.

Helplessly, Sora furrowed his brows as he saw the knives being drawn and the destroyed cup in Asahi's hand, with a sigh, he slowly leaned his chair back onto all four legs with a sigh, "Why couldn't this just be settled with fists or something?" With a deft swipe of his hand, he drew his phone from his pocket, being surprisingly expensive for Sora's current financial situation, it seemed as if he had the police on speed dial.
"Hello? Yes, I'd like to report a knife fight in Pizza Shack."
There's a long pause as the action takes over the parlor.
"Yes. No, subduing this sort of thing isn't my job anymore, remember?" He asks frivolously, "It's yours now, right?"
An audible sigh can be heard through the phone from the handler by Yoshino and Retsu, although what the handler is saying is impossible to decipher from such a distance.
"Because I don't wanna. Thanks!" Sora answers another pause in rapid fire, it's almost as if he was setting the pace of the emergency call and dragging the handler along. He hung up carelessly and pocketed his phone, looking towards the other two with his bright features.
"It's probably safest if both of you stay here, but I'm sure both Retsu-san and Yoshino-sama could proficiently beat them up with how talented the two of you are." Frivolous. Beyond frivolous.

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The realization that Sora's speech color is pretty much the same as Cassandra's

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

I was a bit of a newcomer when we left off, but I'm down for whatever.

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What a beautiful moment of innocent love.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Merry Christmas friends

Eagleton High [Just Your Average, Everyday High School Roleplay]

@DestinyStar
Unfortunately, with this forum, it's incredibly hit or miss. There are only a select few that actually keep going for a long amount of time. My activity has been somewhat stinted due to a huge pickup in irl business due to a couple sports seasons, but it's not uncommon for people to simply leave or disappear.

On another note, I'd be down for a remake.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Naruse Sora

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”I’m...totally broke.”

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Sora eventually regained consciousness with a bleary recollection of where he was. Staring at the unfamiliar ceiling of his new apartment, he began to remember cleaning the small, homely rooms of a place that had fallen into deep disrepair. It was the only place he could afford within a 5 mile radius of the Purple Crown Academy. It seemed a great deal of the floorboards had rotted away and the plaster ceiling had all but collapsed, but such things did not concern Sora. To reach the top, he only had to have the bare necessities. He had bought an old mattress that he placed in the center of the room where the floor was most intact, and right after cleaning what he could with his current supplies, he lay down and played DGO into the morning. He had recently created his character and he spent the majority of his time orientating the different facets of the game. By the end of his session, he was mentally exhausted from the huge intake of information as well as having been thrown into a fight with a couple Outlaws that he barely succeeded in opposing.
Although he was considered as one of the top in mixed martial arts of his generation, in the end, real life and games felt quite different. Coordination he would have in real life would misalign in the game and his movements didn’t quite feel the same despite the same stature of his avatar to his real body. Even more-so, his movements were sluggish, it may be because of the armor, but it felt as if he was moving through water the entire time he was in DGO. It was an unpleasant feeling that Sora could only hope would pass with time. Raising his arm towards the crumbled plaster, he spread out his hand as far as its structure would allow.
“This will be fairly difficult, huh?”
He clenched his fist and sat up, the mattress springs groaning under the movement of his weight,
”Alright! Let’s get something to ea...the time is...late...I slept too long, even further behind schedule...”
Groggily standing up, Sora washed up in the miniscule bathroom, at least the plumbing functioned (for the most part). Walking back out with a worn towel around his neck, he grabbed a permanent marker from his backpack and wrote Alarm Clock at the bottom of a list of items, written across a peeling wall with the label Shopping List. Of course, he couldn’t afford anything in his current situation, but it set a priority of things to save up for. Sora threw on a plain black T-shirt with khakis, checking his wallet for how much money he currently had. However, Sora was extremely meticulous and methodical with his money up until now, he knew exactly how much money was in his wallet, but he was disappointed nonetheless at just how exactly right he was. Closing and locking the door behind him, Sora understood the door wouldn’t withstand any attempts at breaking in, but at the same time, who would rob a broke adolescent living alone? Debating on where to eat Sora eventually decided on TFC at the nearby food court. It seemed they had a salad bar deal, where one can eat whatever one can fit in a bowl for a few dollars.

There was a bit of commotion at the TFC. An obscene tower of food had been created in minutes with a structure of breadsticks and fried chicken, filled with lettuce and croutons. The breadsticks formed a popsicle-stick-like structure bound around vertices of chicken. A boy with light red hair absentmindedly emptied the last of the salad bar into his tower while one of the employees began to ostracize him.
“Sir, I’m afraid you’re misunderstanding the deal, it is whatever you can fit in a bowl.” The employee tried to gain Sora’s attention, but he seemed uninterested in listening, only retorting with a simple and absent-minded,
“Thank-you for your concern.” Completely ignoring the cashier.
Under Sora’s breath, he muttered the math in his head as he calculated the calories in the bowl, the tower reaching just above his head while he held it at waist level, balancing it against his body as he walked away.
”A full 7,200 calories per dollar...That should be fine.” He said to himself. Although he knew his health would not be able to subsist on the greasy food he had before him, he wanted to put off going to the market as long as he could as it would induce additional living expenses. He’d hit a bottleneck in his martial arts anyways, it’s not like he was focused on improving currently.
Setting his bowl down on one of the food court tables, he wasted no time in gorging himself. Efficiency was key, he had to eat as quickly as he could so he could continue to work on his DGO account. He noticed a number of people around his age at the food court, most likely also attending Purple Crown Academy, but he hadn’t met any of them, and he was not brash enough to introduce himself. What he couldn’t eat, he walked all the way back to his apartment complex in a hasty manner. Lazily, he set the bowl down next to his backpack and jumped onto his mattress. There was a loud crack that resounded from the floor but Sora paid it no mind, entering DGO without a second thought.

Welcome, Neron

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”Fun…”

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Neron was moving before his interface had even fully loaded, although it had the sensation of moving directly after standing too quickly, he exercised his range of motion, and began running as quickly as he could manage. His movements felt sluggish nonetheless, but it couldn’t be helped. With a shrug, he headed towards the black fortress where the Ebony Strykers resided. He figured he needed to join a guild right away to speed his development, and what better guild to join than one with plenty of enemies to fight. It only made sense.
Almost right away, Neron nearly stumbled into an avatar that appeared right in front of him, she was quite notably intimidating and her name read “Crimson Outlaw Kisa”. He automatically assumed the worst and she could hear a quiet, “Shit. Again?” right behind her.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Alright, character sheet is done, now to work on that opening post. Hopefully it's done by tomorrow.