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2 yrs ago
Current New collab released and an update on the future of Futility! New players always welcome. roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
2 yrs ago
Finally some new Futility content is up! Two more collabs are underway/finishing up. We're writing longer-form content for this finale scene, so keep eyes out! Cyberpunks rise up.
3 yrs ago
Two or three 10-35 pages of Futility Collabs are coming, I promise. The time is nigh.
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3 yrs ago
Guild Cyberpunk gang currently popping off
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4 yrs ago
Slowly, Futility rises from the ashes. Very soon, I hope, we'll be able to wrap up this next round of scenes, but that's like 3-4 posts out at least. The hustle does not stop.
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I am a writer and poet aiming to create surrealistic and abstract imagery in my work. I also greatly enjoy worldbuilding, roleplaying, and collaborative writing in general. I also work as a writing advisor, so I enjoy working with, critiquing, and supporting writing in most of its forms. If you would like to work with me with any piece of prose or poetry, let me know. If you have roleplay concepts, questions, or ideas I'd be happy to listen. For those that enjoy the projects I GM, contact me as necessary. PM at your will.

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Akina Izuna

“Reservations for Akina Izuna?”
“Yes. I’d like to check in.”

Akina Izuna would check in, but in the next three days, the figure that would leave the Kinmokusei would be someone entirely different. To Izuna, this whole ordeal was something of a dream vacation, but in the back of her mind, she knew she had to keep any advantage she could, and that meant keeping herself as anonymous as possible despite what Loingsech might already know. Alongside that, the girl had no idea who she would be working with, but she had no doubt they would most certainly be of an unsavory variety. While she trusted in her abilities to keep her cover, Izuna feared betrayal more than those who had been in her business longer than her. She put up a pretty good facade, though. To any patron of the fine Kinmokusei, Izuna was a starstruck sort, ceaselessly entertained by the inner workings of the hotel’s fine casino. The naive young girl played, drank, and made merry for the entirety of her stay.

What happened upon the Kinmokusei’s main floors differed greatly from what occurred within Izuna’s room, though. Couches and end tables had been covered in papers splayed about carelessly on every surfaces. Dining space had been converted into a personal place to link into the Net and keep up with all of her work. As much fun as she may have appeared to be having, Izuna was dealing with just as much work on the side. Sure Izuna may have been at the Kinmokusei for those couple days, but her pseudo-identity acted everywhere and all at once— or at least, that was what she liked to think. As time remained stagnant in the windowless casino below, the Revenant worked tirelessly through her helmet while the days passed.

Her motivations were far from being easily explained. Izuna was an enigma as is. The Revenant, even more so when it came to jobs like this. Through all the cloak and dagger, though, one thing remained revealed in the maelstrom of mysteries. Loingsech knew that they were hiring the Revenant, and with Izuna’s past foundationed in the concept of making trouble for corporations just like them, she would have to remain just as vigilant as the corporate dogs that would be looking into her. Izuna knew that without the bat of an eye, her employers would put her down when she wasn’t necessary anymore. That’s why it was her job to remain not only vigilant and watchful, but to also gain the upperhand.

The extravagance of the Kinmokusei was by no means a normality for Izuna, however unfortunately. Thus, her time basking in the sin that was the lifestyle of the very people she so abhorred was soon over. Dining with her enemies was undoubtedly a great time for Izuna, but she came here to work, and it was about time she got things rolling. The exposure of her identity was the greatest risk of all that this trip posed— at least in her head. That much made dealing with her interesting meeting circumstances all the more painful. Fully attired in the same outfit that would could get her arrested in Japan, Izuna posed herself in a corner of the Kinmokusei’s massive lobby. A rather fashionable sweatshirt was all that stood to normalize her Revenant Combat Suit. Of course, a curious look could afford a sight at the Revenant Wiring that lined Izuna’s skin below. Her disguise was lackluster and it surely didn’t fit in with the fancy attire most of the Kinmokusei’s patrons adorned, but Izuna knew that much. This morning would be the first time the Revenant would meet face to face with representatives from Loingsech. Izuna wasn’t going to let herself be caught off guard so easily.

As the E.T.A. of her colleagues drew near, the Revenant rose up and made her way towards the door. The completely conspicuous van that soon made its way into her helmet’s sensors was a clear indication that it was just about time. Shedding her petty disguise, Izuna couldn’t help but feel a tinge of nervousness surge through her. Was she worried about the meeting? No, of course not. Rather, she appeared woefully overdressed in her combat suit compared to the few patrons that also found themselves ushered into the dark van. When another heavily-augmented sort stepped into the van, Izuna found herself relaxing for a bit. Without him, she could have sworn she was stepping into some diplomat’s meeting. The thought of such an event brought Izuna to roll her eyes beneath the concealing visor she sported on her helmet. As much as she wanted to break the ice with the completely silent bunch, who would she be to break her own fear-inducing persona. It was a topic to be discussed another time.

The ride was luckily short enough for the long silence to be tolerable. Izuna merely watched as her cohorts stepped from the van into the stale air of the city. She would be the last to eschew herself from the cover of the vehicle, the sensors and servos of her combat suit whirring to life as she stepped from its concealed carriage. It was clear enough that the Revenant was making all sorts of calculations and gathering as much data about where they were as possible. It was as if Izuna was scanning for an ambush. Of course, with the Net connections in her helmet, doing so was much more subtle than it could have been. The first words belonged to a rather dapper gentleman that Izuna could have mistaken for a normal patron of the Kinmokusei just an hour ago. Contrary to him, Izuna stood wordlessly at the ready, but she did move towards the woman who could only be their assumed contact.
Definitely interesting. I love the vibe.
Phew, finally threw everything together. I was really hit with a wave of creativity here, so I went pretty in depth. I hope it's not too much. Things can change as needed.


Good luck, @Scout. Hope everything goes well.
In a similar vain to everyone else, I just finished reading and love the concept. Anything cyberpunk is always my style. I'm thinking up a character concept that revolves around a fairly heavily augmented girl that was once a scientist who now acts as a vigilante against corruption wherever she can manage to survive doing it. She'll be an infiltrator type, acting as something of a terrorist that is for hire if the price and the job are right.

I'll have some sheet stuff up in the near future.
@Lovejoy
I was going to have Tatiana respond to Galahad's consolation. Shall we do that in PMs as well?
@OppositionJ

There's actually going to be something Tatiana-specific in the next reply, concerning her dad. So, you can reply after that. :)


Oh boy. Hooray.
@Lovejoy
I was going to post Tatiana's perspective of the last bit before we went to the Glacier, but I figured it might be easier if you moved us there first as I don't have much to write about at the moment. Is that a possibility?
In [Closed] 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay





@Surtr@Majoras End@Scarescrow
Grand Ridge Academy - Callie's Dorm --> Mount Ever Reaching - Fence Line


An average day... Tossing and turning in bed with little motive for however long it took for Callie to find a shred of motivation to rise. She spent her minutes thinking back on Britney's mission. In fact, it had eaten up quite a bit of her sleep before she had awoken as well. It was all just strange. She could put it in a more extreme matter, but housed within the eldritch oddities of little Farmer Hill was a strange simplicity. It really collapsed away any urgency that any normal person might have felt in the scenario. As much as Callie wanted things to be normal, there was too much left unanswered for her to just get up and go home. Hell, perhaps the the pseudonatural nature of Farmer Hill was the only thing that kept her present. It wasn't like there was much for her here aside from that strange allure. Callie would never be able to put such a drive into words, though. She would try, however.

Hiking... That, Callie had done. Camping? Backpacking? Mountain climbing? Those were a different story. Luckily enough, she really didn't overthink the scenario. In fact, she vaguely thought of it at all. So when it came to packing for such a venture, Callie didn't appear as ready as some of her colleagues might later reveal to be. A jacket covered her frame donned in jeans and a plain shirt. Her true preparations lied in the bag swiftly strewn over her shoulder after an array of notepads and pens were shoved into it. Was she ready to travel? At least by her terms, at least. Callie didn't ever foresee herself having to cut through shrubbery with a machete or gut a fish with a pocket knife. Even if she did come to those scenarios fully equipped to deal with them she was unsure whether she would actually even try to accomplish such feats. She wasn't a survivalist. She was a writer. In her mind, she had every tool she needed for the job. Well... Either that or she simply didn't think to bring anything useful...

Even as she packed— even as she walked down the road accompanied only by the whispers of the wind, Callie had meditated on her reason for agreeing to joining a search party. Ordinarily, she would know she was never cut out for a job like this, doubly so with a massive monster guy running around, but it was that damned allure that kept her compliant. It was as if she was caught in the flow and had no choice but to follow the lead of the rest of the sudden superheroes. It was likely that she was in her own unique situation as well, considering half of these kids she was meant to travel with probably already knew each other. Callie was the odd one out— the new kid in Farmer Hill. All the questions and thoughts swarmed her head. For a good portion of the walk, she didn't even realize she was walking, too lost in her own thoughts. It wasn't until Callie came within sight of the fence line that she found herself snapping back into her head.

Not many folks were gathered when Callie had arrived, but considering she only really recognized Britney, it was going to be an odd scenario. She approached as quietly as she had strolled all the way there. Momentarily, her eyes flicked in between the present company. It was quite the sight between a Britney's survivalist look and another girl toting around a rifle. Perhaps this was a bad idea. There was a stutter in Callie's step as she took the sight in. She was never one to turn away from fear easily, though. She soon stepped to the group. While Callie spoke no words, she offered a plain wave towards Britney before taking up a position pacing along the fence line where her pondering continued. Perhaps she could try observing some of them... Perhaps she could try to see what was ahead.

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