But Hero, don't you want to see a persona user weaponize chastity belts against shadows?
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STATUS: Do you get to the Cloud District very often? Oh, what am I saying, of course you don't. 5 yrs ago
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Got nothing to say here, sooooo yeah.
I'm a bookworm, gamer, and obviously roleplayer since I'm on this site :P
Anyways, those are a few things that I'll say about myself... for now. Maybe I'll update this a little more in the future.
Ciao!
I'm a bookworm, gamer, and obviously roleplayer since I'm on this site :P
Anyways, those are a few things that I'll say about myself... for now. Maybe I'll update this a little more in the future.
Ciao!
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Ink, why did you hurt stone? How could you be so callous and cruel?!
Wait, is being a self-aware tsundere also a cliché?
Dang, from one rp to the next, you're out for all these poor gaijin Ink! What did they ever do to you, huh?
I heard muscle girls. Also, looks like we've got the trap for Hero's reverse harem!
Also, @Sarcelle Renard, yep, though I would say he's a little more fleshed out this time around, though I did have to cut down his backstory, still might need to do some trimming to be fair.
Also, @Sarcelle Renard, yep, though I would say he's a little more fleshed out this time around, though I did have to cut down his backstory, still might need to do some trimming to be fair.
Here's what I got for right now; I haven't put down an Arcana and completed his persona's abilities since I'm unsure about where he would fit throughout this all and would like to get some input as to where he might belong before making it definitive.
Edit: Arcana added, as well as a more condensed backstory, as well as his persona's capabilities at the moment.
Edit: Arcana added, as well as a more condensed backstory, as well as his persona's capabilities at the moment.
As much as I have a decent amout of rps I'm in, I think I might join this one. Alexander take three if you guys are OK with me joining.
Location:: Antarctica
Interactions:: Clover (@Gentlemanvaultboy), Jaden (@The Ghost Note), Otsana (@redbaron1234), Brown (@Crosswire), Askin (@Oddsbod), Isko, Aline (@FernStone), Lucie (@Megsychan)
One Year Ago...
"Live one," Jonas inquired for a moment as he glanced over to the person Clover pointed out. The doctor squinted his eyes at them and sighed, before trudging on, ignoring the sap in the snow. Or, well, he would of, if Clover hadn't deemed it necessary to assist them.
His shoulders drooped very briefly as he stared at the sky, rolling his eyes with a forlorn look that just said "ugh." Pivoting to analyze the person, he decided to just give the bunny a chance to inspect them, if only for him to scrutinize and discern if this soldier would be of any use to them. Then again, most of these troops were generic, faceless goons to him and nine times out of ten, he bet that this one was as well.
Jonas did raise an eyebrow upon seeing the visage of the lady and upon closer inspection, he recognized who this person was. Well, he didn't know their name, but he did see her plenty of times during their wild goose chase for Oh-One around the globe. The one constant MAVERICK soldier.
Upon completing his examination of the lass, Jonas just shrugged and continued walking towards the tower, "Forget about her for now, she's just another dime a dozen MAVERICK soldier. She isn't like Otsy in the Nomad sense," he couldn't help but stress these two details for Clover, as well as the entire group.
The girl's Ki was moderately higher than the average persons amount of Ki, at least from what he could gauge when he sensed their level. "Lets keep moving for now, if she lives, she lives and can make it to the fight. For now we can't waste any more t-"
Before he could finish his assertion, five CD's suddenly shot out from nowhere. Jonas would mistake it for an ambush if he didn't notice the designs on the front of them, as well as the hooting and hollering imbecile that decided to scream ninja and appear in front of him. The doctor could only give a hefty sigh as he rolled his he back, with his shoulders drooping.
"I can't believe I have to deal with this right now," realigning his head, he just pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head dismissively as the boy continued treating this as if it was some sort of game.
After being as subtle as an elephant stampede, he finally stopped after running up the side of a decently sized, mildly frosty stone and stood at the top. Jonas listened to whatever drivel he began spouting, feigning a stifled yawn as he continued to insult him and the group. These words meant as little as his crappy songs, speaking of which.
*Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap.*
Jonas pivoted and pressed his foot against the CD's that were embedded in the snow and broke them all in half with his boot in quick succession. It was the most entertaining thing he could get out of this one-sided conversation with Jaden.
"Right, because that metal tin can would carry the Power Stone on him at all times," Jonas reminisced to himself, recalling all those encounters with Oh-One. He didn't know about the others, but he did manage to discern that Oh-One was just sending them all on a wild goose chase, pretending the stone was on him.
He really should get around to telling them all that, but regardless, that was one issue he would handle later. In the now, there was this ronin rapper.
"If I'm embarrassing myself more than usual, then I wonder what that makes some of our encounters then," Jonas replied in an affable tone of voice, pretending to play polite as he gave a quaint smile to Jaden. "Need I remind you about the outcome of all our encounters, or have you already twisted them around to make you look like the victor in some of your latest songs," Jonas' smile shifted in viciousness as the tone of his voice gained a semblance of underlying mockery.
Jonas chuckled before brushing his short, blonde hair to the side, "Regardless, there are more pressing things to deal with at the moment besides your lack of creative talent in your latest flop." Looking over his shoulder he gestured towards his teammates to follow after him.
"Lets get going everyone, the clock is ticking and we need to beat Oh-One's shiny metal ass before he enacts his plan; Clover, again, leave the soldier alone, if they make it, they make it," Jonas glanced over his shoulder at his companions, waiting for them to move before he would start to walk towards the tower.
"And since ninja boy seems so keen on talking shit, if he tries anything, sabotage or all that jazz, put him down and return to the fight, though I doubt that'll take much effort to put him down," Jonas commented off-highhandedly as he sensed something transpiring in the distance. Two radiant energies that he had felt before.
Justin and Jill, both moving around in aggressive patterns. He furrowed his brows and squinted his eyes at the place. There was no time to waste.
Location:: Antarctica
Interactions:: N/A
One Year Ago...
Hah, so these bitches were supposed to be bona fide MAVERICK soldiers, yet their formation got taken out by a fucking faker! The One even if these fuckboys and girls were the real deal, he wasn't surprised that they couldn't handle the legendary One that was jettisoning towards the glacial beach after nabbing an intact life boat they had stashed with a bunch of other crap on board.
Did he damn a buncha' morons to an icy fate? Maybe. Did it look like he care? Fuck no, he was gonna wreck this sorry ass prototype's ass as he maneuvered the boat through the icy chunks, avoiding slamming into them like the bad ass he was.
The One could only stroke his goatee, thinking back to that one movie that was playing on that TV as a toothy smirk crossed his face. "Hell yeah, that's how I'm gonna make my fucking entrance," with that thought on the forefront of his mind, he swerved the boat to avoid capsizing it before taking hold of his hat and casting it forward.
And, presto. Snapping his fingers (even though no one is watching), he fired off a barrage of rockets at a specific angle into the ice sheet, ensuring the resulting blast would create a ramp in the process. The One would take advantage of this as he caught the returning hat, increasing the speed of the boat exponentially, until...
Ksshooosh!
The splashing of the chilling waves followed by the scraping of the hull against the ice sheet ensued as the boat soared through the air. Alright then, next was sticking the landing as he turned the high-powered propeller off as the vehicle began it descent, crashing onto the hardened beach with a strange, squishing sound as a part of the hull cracked as it made a rough landing.
It was probably nothing as the boat skid alongside the beach before The One front-flipped out, just as it crashed into some supplies. As he did this, he tossed his hat around, letting it spin around him to knockout any MAVERICK soldiers nearby him.
Yeah, that would show these cucknug...
... gets?
As soon as he caught the hat, he instantly realized there was no gunfire as he placed it back on his shiny, bald head, wiping his fingers across the edge as he analyzed the vicinity. Most, if not a majority of these soldiers were actually dead or bleeding out on this cold, cold landing. Blinking, he turned to look around, finding that there was a thin but fresh layer of blood that coated the ice behind him, with bits of metal and fleshy bits around the area...
... as well as an arm, yikes. The One strolled on over as he pulled a walking cane from his coat and extended the 'lethal' weapon. Pushing up the side of the boat, he squinted his eyes while making a smile o-face upon witnessing the scene.
"Oooh, that's gotta fuckin' sting. Eh at least he made for a badass entrance, even though there's no one FUCKING HERE," The One suddenly rose up and shouted, letting the boat come back down onto the corpse's face, smashing and crushing the mushy face even more as he sighed, pinching the bridge of his rose.
Seriously, who did this?! He was supposed to be the one to kick the asses of Abel's men, not some two-timing, random nobody who had severed these chucklefucks in twain! He swore on Gerard, that if he ever found that sonova bitch, he was gonna blow their fucking world up!
Shaking a fist at the planes as they plunged into the glacial unknowns, he cursed at that nobody who stole the limelight from him before twirling his cane and scanning the area for any survivors.
Well, from what he could tell, some of the men and women were holding onto dear life, and as much as he wanted to stick his cane up Oh-Ones shiny metal ass, he could at least interrogate some of these survivors. At least that was one caveat; after all, survivors were a dying breed.
Skedaddling over to the nearest MAVERICK soldier, The One crouched down and lifted up the man or woman's head, fuck if he knew what some of these people looked like under their power armor. "Hey, hey, who the hell killed your guys asses," he shouted into the persons face, disorienting them even further, "Wh... who... you?"
Great, this guy was useless; he kept heavily breathing and struggling to speak, as if he was on the verge of an asthma attack. Not like it had to do anything with the gaping wound in the side of their gut as The One violently slammed their head back down into the ice as a sickening crunch of their helmet was soon to followed.
There was some other noises they gurgled out, followed by some twitching before they stopped move all together. Well, onto the next person!
"Who the fucking fuck fucked you up?"
"Don't want... leave-" Crunch.
"What thing fucked your asses up."
"Geugh, blagh, p-pink b-b-bun-" Crunch.
This same rinse and repeat event occurred for the next two minutes as The One slammed another helmet into the ice, causing blood to spurt out as the body sporadically flailed before the rest of their life dissipated. Ugh, did none of these fuckheads know who murdered them?! Jeez, can't believe he wasted his time with these fuck-cabinets.
Scanning the area, there was nary a person left he could really interact with, especially since 90% of them had their heads smashed into the ice when they couldn't answer. Placing two fingers to the sides of his temple as sighing, he turned to glance over at the tower from earlier that had shot MAVERICK (and by proxy and most importantly, him).
Eh, he didn't come here to beat the ass of whoever did this, he was here to beat the ever loving shit out of ProtOh-One for making him look bad! Who did this fake fucker think he was, stealing his name and using it to commit atrocities? Twirling his stick and grasping his hat, he rocketed towards the tower, leaving behind explosions in his wake.
Cyril Desrosiers
"Excellent work everyone," Cyril exclaimed, positively beaming as he crouched down and held a hand out, winking at his team. While it was plenty easy to bash most of the Pokémon on this route due to their relatively low level, he did have to coordinate with them all to minimize the damage, as well as speed up the battles.
Regardless, the team trilled and vibrated with excitement, even Velvet was in on this despite trying to maintain a relatively cool appearance. Instinctively, they all gave him a high-five in their own unique way (well, as unique as you could get). Aster hopped up and clasped his buds around Cyril's hand for a bit, with Mimi followed up by jumping and giving a quick high five before giggling with a blush. Velvet responded by giving his hand a light tap with one of her ears, and Cation mewled while pressing both his paws against it with a humongous smile on his face.
"So, how about a quick break before we check out the rest of the area, and maaaaaaaaybe head into those woods over there?" Velvet didn't dignify that with a response like the rest of the gang, at least yet as she bounced onto his shoulder "Bun," before hopping again, "bun," and doing a twirl in mid-air and landing on his shoulder.
She nearly toppled over after attempting that, though Cyril was able to stabilize her landing as she began to recline into his hand before giving her a little pat to push her back onto her perch. "Hmph, bun, bun," Cyril merely rolled his eyes at her claim before giving her a little boop on the nose, "Sure, sure, I believe you, hee~."
Velvet blushed a little, though she did have to clamp an ear over Cyril's neck as he deftly lunged to grab the little Shinx, who was about ready to make a mad dash over to the forest in the distance. "Easy there Cation! Gotta move as quickly as the slowest person in the group, especially since we are takin' a short break right now, a'ight," the professor-to-be reigned the little cat in, who quickly brought their shaking legs to a stop before looking up at Cyril and beaming with a small mewl.
Setting the energized kitty down, Cyril did a couple of stretches before a familiar, yet oh so lovely voice called out to him. The man cleared his throat, put on his best award winning smile, before pivoting around... only to have a Growlithe shoved directly into his face. While he was adorable, this did make him flinch just a tad bit back from having the Pokémon directly in his face; pretty sure they touched noses in the process.
"He's not just adorable," Cyril murmured with and impish smirk, chuckling as he backed off from the Growlithe's face, who didn't seem too comfortable being shoved in some random guys face. Velvet was somewhat in the same boat, despite not being the receiver, and promptly hopped down from her perch and joined the trio, waiting for this to end.
"He's absolutely, positively, preciously adorable," he asserted, puffing his own chest out before leaning in, not too close and slowly raising a hand to briefly giving a brisk wave to the Growlithe.
"I'm Cyril by the by, and there's no need to be worried lil' buddy, you're in good hands," there was a sudden whiplash in how he was acting, going from bombastic once more to acting much more collected and level-headed as he reassured the Growlithe before moving his hands back to his hip, before he noticed something very obviously off about her.
Before he got the chance to commentate on it, she was already at his newest partners, gushing at the sight and being absolutely awestruck. While she was busy interacting with them, Cyril moved by Chloe's shoulder, eyeing the Pidgey, "Enjoying your perch lil' guy~? I'm Cyril."
All three Pokémon had brazenly different reactions to the sudden appearance of this lady, let alone her Pokémon. "Hapi?!" Mimi's reaction was to quiver a bit before scurrying behind Cyril and peaking out, taking shallow breaths as she peered from behind his leg. "It's OK, she won't bite," Cyril murmured as he spun around and quickly scooped up Mimi and turned back to face them, now cradling the Happiny in his arms.
"Sorry, she's a bit nervous 'round unfamiliar people; she'll warm up to you, give it some time." Well, she seemed a bit calmer now, though a little bit nervous as she stared up at the Pidgey and began fidgeting around in Cyril's arms before gulping and giving a bashful, tiny wave to the bird, "H-h-hapi..."
"Buneee..." Velvet reacted with feigned indifference as she 'ignored' the blonde girl and began to strut towards the Sentret. What followed probably surprised Chloe as Velvet reacted by pivoting around and swiftly walking right up to her and deftly shaking Chloe's hands with her ears before turning back and walking towards her first Pokémon and began sizing her up, "Buneary."
"Shiiiiiiiiiinx!" Cation was relatively more straight forward as he curiously stared at the girl, almost acting as awestruck as her as he inched towards her hand, giving it a sniff before rearing his whole body up and slapping his paws onto her hand, "Shiiiiii!" Despite this being the first time they met, Cation acted like they were old friends, before his attention was caught by these multiple Pokémon.
"Shinx?" His eyes lit up as he swiftly swapped targets, going from prancing towards and around the Growlithe and waggling his tail, to looking over and sniffing the Sentret Velvet was interacting with, before finally finding himself by the Rattata. "Shiiiiiinx!" Looks like someone wants to play.
"Fwee?" Despite being familiar with Chloe and her Sentret, the new faces caused Aster to shift around and shyly look away. He was going to go comfort Mimi, until Cyril did that himself, but he did take his partner's attitude into account. Open, courteous, yet still filled with mirth. Aster decided he would give a shot, gulping as he whipped his head around, his bud jiggling around as he trudged towards the Growlithe. "B-budee? Fwee, budee." Guess introductions were to be in order.
Beyond introductions it seemed as though everyone was getting along, at least from Cyril's perspective. Most of his partners were pretty cordial, if not overly playful or just a little wary of Chloe's own partners. Nevertheless, the new duds did catch his attention and he had been meaning to bring it up a couple of minutes ago. Hmm...
Raising his eyebrow, he tilted his head as he leaned to the side, peering to see if all her articles of clothing were like that. Looking at her back, the jacket was still orange, with a small design on the back, evocative of some stripes; bringing it back up front, he took note of the pure black t-shirt she had donned. There were a bunch of other obvious things as well, but he did snoop around, scrutinizing and analyzing the lass.
"Hmm, something seems a bit different 'bout you Chloe," he murmured to himself as he continued appraising her, reveling in his own false ignorance as the Happiny looked up, confounded by the young mans insistence on looking at Chloe so much. "Happiny?" She raised her head up to glance at her, before taking a sidelong glance at Cation; she ended up having a stare that just said "of course."
"Aha, I got it," Cyril snapped his fingers, exclaiming as he glanced up at her pretty face, "you got your hair done, didn't you!" Of course!... not. He could only giggle, waiting to see her reaction before continuing, "Juuuuus' kidding~; you're rockin' those new clothes! Looking pretty good, sort of like your new friend down there."
She probably stored her main clothes somewhere away, like in her purse. Man, bags sure have changed over the years; couldn't carry too many items on him in the past, now suddenly he could whip out an exact copy of what he was wearing, as well as ten different types of clothes! Well, that was an over exaggeration; it was more like nine, but still.
His gut couldn't help but feel she had a pair of rocking new clothes for specific Pokémon she wanted to catch and couldn't help but feel curious about what this fashionista might bring out next.
Speaking of Chloe.
"Hey Chloe, while I was actually planning on heading to Highhill, I thought I might do a little more exploring and training in that forest over there before that," Cyril snapped his fingers and pointed to the lightly dense forest in the distance.
"Y'wanna join me on this excursion? It probably won't take too long, pluuuuus you might be able to find more adorable Pokémon to join you~," as Cyril invited her to join him, he glanced over to see how the other four were holding up before holding his own hand up, gesturing to the forest.
Regardless of her response, Cyril would either say his temporary good byes or begin dashing over to the forest while keeping a steady pace as to not let Chloe be left behind. Once they or he arrived, Cyril would probably start training while Chloe did her own thing, with the former keeping close to her should she accompany him.
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