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Gundam Build Fighters Imagine! [6/7]

@Crimson Lion Quick question: Are we adding our own points to our new gunplas or are we still stuck at the 25 point limit?

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

@VitaVitaAR Forgives me, I was on and off (mostly off) the Guild the days up to Christmas. I'll try better to notify you before vanishing. I'll get to work on a post.

Gundam Build Fighters Imagine! [6/7]

Diner, A Planned Meeting.
@Crimson Lion - reFORGING

Ryoichi leaned back into the cold leather of the booth, the exhaustion on his face receding as a weary smile propped itself up crookedly. The clarity in his eyes seemed to return as well, an almost relief sweeping up and down his body. In his head, he had ticked off all the boxes his Mentor had predicted would spell out a worthy proposition. Honesty, sincerity, and most importantly a genuine joy for Gunpla battle.

He glanced at Naoki's hand carelessly, his head tilting before he sat back up and pulled out his left hand from its pocket. His palm and fingers were heavily calloused from the last decade or so. "Y'know at first I wasn't too sure about you, Kid. You or your group of misfits but quite frankly, I don't think that matters anymore. I'm not okay with losing and I don't think I will ever again with your team," he said oddly intense before firmly grasping his hand. "That being said, I want to reach the pinnacle. If I feel like you guys are slipping on me, I'll turn my Baelstrom against you guys."

With that bit of warning out of the way, the young man released his hand. "I can't believe I'll be on the same team as that guppy..." he commented with a snarky expression. "I owe him a beating y'know? I keep my promises."

Gundam Build Fighters Imagine! [6/7]

I’m still here.

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

O'Menus

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O'Menus' stoic expression remained, impatience growing as the Gods and Flower interacted. They had their goal, the little priestess knew where to go and as such they should move. Still he would be patient or as patient as he could. Her incessant tearing up, her whimpering, it was all becoming hard to listen to. As God of the Sun, he represented all that it was. A harsh and yet true rendition of the reality of the world. He never shied away from the truth but he supposed, if it meant moving things along, he could be a nice source of warmth.

"Then guide us, Flower. Our time here is over," he told her matter of fact, standing firm and facing away from the God's resting place and the dead knight's corpse. O'Menus threw his mind to the the white blade and carried it by the handle, being sure to place his claim on the piece of treasure. "A treasure worthy of the Sun God," he said to himself.

Gundam Build Fighters Imagine! [6/7]

Diner, A Planned Meeting.
@Crimson Lion - reFORGING

Tired was an understatement meant to insult the sheer exhaustion on Ryoichi's face. His mentor's voice still lorded in his head; a confident, sincere, passionate baritone that overwhelmed any protest he could muster up. Even if he felt dirt tired or his mind was glazed over with an unfaltering insistence for sleep; it was no excuse. Ryoichi was more or less forced to agree to the meeting with Imagine Victory's team leader based on his mentor's "hunch". They were rarely wrong but still... still... he felt so dead tired and sore to boot. Physical training was tough but it was the mental exertion of his tactical studies and therapeutic sessions that he dreaded the most. His mentor was dogged about uncovering where his trauma came from and what exactly it was affecting.

Ryoichi entered the Diner after a burning jog from his apartment complex. He could smell the bitter-sweetness of the coffee and that small pleasantry perked him up, gave candlelight to his dead blue eyes.

He knuckled his cheek lightly before sliding into the booth unannounced, hands tucked nicely into his pockets. His white hair was unkempt and his signature tea-shaped glasses was missing from his face, still he eyed Naoki with a degree of annoyance. "Before we start, did you catch that match Sunday after the tournament?" he let out a fatigued sigh that belied his words. "Those guys are the pinnacle, I want to be on that stage with them one day. My mentor says I can get there with Team Imagine Victory, tell me, honestly, what do you think?"

Gundam Build Fighters Imagine! [6/7]

Sorry for being late guys. I’ve been making the rounds on my rps. The holidays and my job has completely decimated my online life lol. But I’m back and if I don’t get a post out tonight I’m gonna try and get one out in the morning. Awesome posts by the way guys and again, sorry for the disappearance. Your local old man is back in action now.

EDIT// Gonna post when I get home from work. I read @Crimson Lion's post and will try to read @Double's post after work.

Digimon: After the Convergence

@mattmanganon With the holidays coming, things are getting a bit hectic IRL. Sorry but I’m gonna have to drop this rp. Good luck to you and those that decide to stick it out.

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

@VitaVitaAR Forgive the lateness. Black Friday, life, and just exhaustion had me by the balls. Gonna try and get a post out by the end of the night but if I don’t I’ll get something out tomorrow morning for sure.

EDIT// So I had some obligations this morning. I'm shooting for tonight when I get home from work.

Gundam Build Fighters Imagine! [6/7]

Kishimoto Arcade, Local Tournament.
@Crimson Lion - A Master and A Student

A rolling anger boiled to the surface, shrinking his clear blue eyes as he turned to defend Char-chan against Seo's assault. It was one thing to keep from pummeling a man due to employer-ship, it was another to allow one to bad mouth a genuine Gunpla fighter. And still, as if out of habit, he shut the lid of those raging emotions. His grasp on the wheelchair tightened until shivers ran up its frame. At that point, he let go entirely and maliciously decided he would take Naoki up on his offer out of spite. It must've been strange he assumed, for an enemy to stride up to their group and accept such an offer as quickly as he did. "You got my services, Kid. If for no other reason then to piss off taskmaster Seo over there," he told him, thumbing Team Zenshin High.

Afterwards he casually strode away, leaving the crowded arcade, sliding through the throng of people as if the wind pushed him along their canals. Once on his path home, he took a deep breath and exhaled, still struggling with the intense feelings barreling in his stomach. It made him feel heavy and to some degree, worthless. He rubbed the back of his head out of sheer exhaustion, determined to fix his mood before returning home to his cramp and untidy apartment.

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Settled in the stands, keeping a hard eye on Ryoichi as he left was a rather unique looking man. He was dressed in a somewhat formal attire, though the air he held around him was intense. The boy next to him had been blubbering over Ryoichi's defeat; cheering during his victories too and on the edge of his seat the entire tournament. That had meant a lot to the gentleman, seeing as Ryoichi was his student for all intents and purposes. As the people around them begun to leave, the man stood up, and with wide burning eyes and a slight, even smile said, "What an ugly mess. It would appear my pupil's potential has been dulled over the years. I was excited to hear he had finally gotten back into battling... Only," his open and honest gaze lowered into a steely edge. "It would appear my pupil has committed the most grievous sin against himself. He's ceased to allow himself to grow. I believe its time for a little reunion, don't you?" he asked the boy.

The boy nodded, holding a "limited-event kit" to his chest. "Want me to show you where he stays? we live next to one another."

"That would be splendid!" he said with heart and mirth. "In return I shall ensure you get home safely lad. Of this much, I promise you!"