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SAGA [An Original Dragon Ball Universe RP] - Recruitment Thread!

@mattmanganon I have the Saiyan spot. He's Half-Saiyan though.

Digimon: World of Stone

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Partner Digimon: Zubamon
Digimon Lvl: Rookie (Rookie & In-Training)
Location: Witchelny, Nyttliv
Tag: @Crimson Lion @Shiyonichi @Duthguy

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In a separate car from the rest, the train ride was surprisingly smooth. But even that hadn’t consoled the sheer weight of their responsibilities. There were actually beings whose lives rested on them. Countless and countless numbers of them. In his hands, which hung between his spread legs, rested the Digivice Norn had given them.

He had told himself he was prepared. Reassured himself too-many times that he would experience life and save the Digimons’. But if he was allowing himself to have fun while on this world-shattering mission then was he carrying it out justly? He wasn’t too sure anymore.

Gilt remained silent by his side but just his presence was oddly comforting.

Then a feeling pulled his gaze towards the back of the train, away from the others who gathered ahead. There he saw the scarred face of Liollmon and on his back, Nyaromon rested peacefully. Phase stood up but just as he did the train jostled violently, sending himself and the others in his car careening.

He was toss backwards away from them; Gilt went flying, and Nyaromon and Liollmon’s stability was deteriorating when a sudden and bright blaze flared outside, impacting the Locomon with force and shattering its windows.

Phase came out of his daze only to see Gilt’s white mantle shifting as he leapt out the shattered windows. He gathered himself and ran out too. There he seen it; a orange leather-skinned Digimon just as tall as the Locomon with an oversized arm. In its grasp, oppressed on the hard railways were Liollmon, whose fangs were bared with pain and fury.

“Let him go. Now.” Phase commanded, his hand finding his pockets as they shook.

Digimon: World of Stone

@Shiyonichi I'm about to get this post out. Go ahead and take the first Digivolution but I have something in mind that might blow you guys' minds later on.

[RoE]Shin Seiki Evangelion : א -The Remix of Evangelion (Dead RP)(18+)

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@Holy Grail@AtomicNut@Cassowarysaur@Lmpkio

Adam forced himself to sit up. A malicious worry for his own life showing itself. There it was, so vivid, and so sudden that it had almost startled the lad. However, instead of expressing said fear, Adam simply righted himself in the vehicle, pushing off whichever lump of flesh was beneath him, and awaited for the Japanese woman’s conversation to be done with.

He folded his arms over his chest, holding all of his fear inside. “We need to hurry and get to our Units. I refuse to die here in this forsaken shit hole.” he told everyone, anger lurking in those youthful eyes. “I was carried here to fight, Angels. N-Not…”

His grip on himself tightened. “Not to die outside the cockpit of Unit 3,”

The moment Misato took over and started driving, which was just as maniacal as he was prideful, Adam smiled. He looked ahead, so the terrain mostly cleared, and stuck his body out the window to view the Angel. He would be sure to take it down before anyone else. That was what he did back in the States and it’ll be what he did in Japan too. He slid back inside and pulled himself over Helen's shoulder. "How much longer?"

FF7: SOLDIER [Big Game - Always Accepting!]

@Holy Soldier Nay

SAGA [An Original Dragon Ball Universe RP] - Always Open! [CAS/ADV]

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Race: Half-Saiyan/Half-Human
Power Level: 910
Location: Central Capital (CC) - Quad C
Tagging: @Holy Soldier

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Taeto had begun to walk off when a ill feeling stopped him in his tracks. He lifted his head as if to sniff it out when a deep metallic scraping raked the air. It was loud enough to be heard over the construction noise, which brought Taeto’s attention high up into the air. The wide-range lattice of metal beams were looking stable and in working order; until he spotted the issue.

One of the workers were on a length of metal that was dipping lower and lower. Somehow though, he was keeping it from falling completely. A metal beam one that was usually lifted by machine was being handled by a single man and a few laws of nature.

Taeto felt it then. That indescribable giddiness that would pop up at the worst times. During fights at schools usually, when the numbers were against him. But sometimes when he watched martial arts movies at home too. It was a thrilling kind of excitement.

An excitement that sent him into action. He ran into the site, his tail twitching, swaying back and forth, curling at its end. He looked around for a way up there knowing that he could help. For years, ever since he was but a kid, he had hold back his strength. Well now, he had met someone else who could do something like him. Something unnatural.

He groaned inwardly before snatching his hoodie off his head. “Fuck it, guess I’m climbing!”

He ran over to the mostly finished bottom half, making his way into the pseudo first-floor. It dark, sheltered from the sun for some reason. Behind him, he could hear a few men barking at him.

“Hey! You can’t be here!” shouted a burly voice.

“Don’t care!” Taeto barked back “I got this excitement swelling and I’m going to follow it all the way till the end,” he said mostly to himself.

Then came a ear-deafening roar. A name too. Patch? Did I hear that right?

He followed a flight a stairs up to a section of floor that was lit up. Above him was a straight shot to the sky, barring that tunnel of light was the lattice of beam-work. Taeto ran over to the beam closest to him and with some effort jumped up to its edge. He pulled himself up but found his legs shaking a bit now. Not until then had he ever wondered, Am I afraid of heights?

The wind toughened up a bit, rustling his clothes. Taeto felt himself quaking but told himself, If I don’t move now, I won’t ever move. Bit by bit he stood up until he was inching over to the next beam, then the next, and the next, until he had grown comfortable with his footing and was comfortably making his way to the straining man.

By now the warnings, grumblings, and all around frustration below was building. “Hold it just a bit longer,” he shouted from below. “I’m on my way!”

The wind brushed against him again, sliding his feet from under him and bringing his chin crashing into the beam he was walking on. A instant lance of pain traveled up his skull, blanketing his vision for a moment. “Ahhh! FUCK!” he cried, just barely holding on to the beam.

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

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Location: 8th Ward, Tea Lounge
Tag: @Fathomless

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Naosada pondered the Host's answer. A wondering "Oh?" was complimented by his open-mouth smile. "Perhaps I raised questions. I must look pretty suspicious."

The Ghoul considered lying to the Host but was overcome by some whim to simply leave him wondering. Naosada figured the odds of them bumping into each other again was little-enough. "I'm not all that certain myself... I've only recently gotten here."

He smiled once again before grabbing his mug of coffee and sipping more down. "You run this place all alone?" Naosada figured the lad had. It seemed that way at least from his dedicated care for the lounge, to his almost palpable professionalism. It was to the highest standard. Admirable even.

FF7: SOLDIER [Big Game - Always Accepting!]

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Name: Astral Diamonia
Role: SOLDIER 1
Location: Junon
Tag: @Sudkurve @Tenma Tendo @Zarkun @Double

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Should have trusted my gut, he thought mutely.

There was a reason, he believed feverishly, that First Class SOLDIERs had all but operated independently. Get too many together and colossal damage was soon to follow. Individually they were worth over a thousand infantrymen and rightfully so, however, teamwork was often out of the question without a complimenting plan behind it.

He let out a rare air of frustration, one deep and rich. The higher ups would chew them out and above anything, he hated being reminded of the First Class illusion. They weren't really free after all. Though it was pleasant dream, the bulk of them would in for a wakeup call soon. Astral took a step back in order to leave. But paused with minor contemplation for the destruction of Sister Ray before continuing on pass Laphicet and back down the accessway. "Toughen up, Little One. You will surely experience worse than this."

Not a moment too late, as he strode down the ruined stairs, his Comm came to life. His eyes tightened as he answered it. "Diamonia, answering." The unruly noise in the background, the scrambling, and the monotone command given had in a way, loosened a screw in him.

Yea, he admitted to himself once again. I'm not free... yet.

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Name: Beryl Vagrant
Role: SOLDIER 3
Location:Bone Village
Tag: @Karl Kadaver @Sarcelle Renard

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Beryl had brought his Katana close and horizontal in order to dissuade the pursuit of fake SOLDIER. He seen the reflection of his mako-hued eyes, he also noticed the chaos ruling behind The Commander and himself. He would have pondered how corrupted Shinra was if not for the dire situation currently consuming him.

Like a true-blue idiot, he had sent a wave of materia-concentrated water towards the helicopter. That in itself wasn't daft, what was was not anticipating his ally's own movements. If he could, he would bound himself to a tree for five days and four nights.

An imposter rushed forward, his generic sword raised high to hack down his defense. Beryl rushed forward to pit his strength against the man's. The two swords weren't of the same caliber, neither were the imposter's and his own power. The edge of his Katana slid across the man's torso, digging half-way in before being ripped out. A slithering of blood remained on it but that act of dispatching one of them had opened up a path to Beryl.

He looked for The Commanders. "We've lost one of our own, Commander. What now?"

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

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Location: 8th Ward, Tea Lounge
Tag: @Fathomless @Old Amsterdam

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Naosada smiled cordially. “Indeed it is.” he agreed.

At first he had been dumbfounded, if not shaken by the sudden outward expression. The Dove who only moments earlier was dripping with accusation was sudden smiling and speaking so elegantly that Naosada had been moments away from taking the boy hostage.

It was good that they had seriously left, cause he didn’t really enjoy stooping to such tactics.

He stayed at the island. The tension in the air had cleared up, leaving him with a good amount of sunshine and coffee to soak up. Naosada pursed his lip and blew on the steam that raised from the cup. Then he took another deep gulp of it.

It was just as good the second time.

“Excuse me,” he called as loud as his gentle voice needed. “Are the Doves always like that?”

Digimon: World of Stone

Either or. Justimon or Beelzemon. Finding allies seems like the best bet. Of course we'll have encounter some badasses along the way. Get those sweet Champion forms.