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~ Seven Days of the Week (ICheck)

~ "A mask does not hide who you are, it shows exactly what others want you to see."

~History acknowledges the existence of these creatures, these remnants of the shadows that were usually associated with invisibility. What history can't be too certain on, however, is the time these brave men and women emerged and decided to forever alter millenniums of history in the oddest way possible - by avoiding being seen.

It all started back in the 12th Century, during the early Kamakura period. The emergence of Samurais, these brave upholders of law who were tolerated to the point where they began murdering peasants to test their blades, called for measures. People were tired with the shogunate, tired of being mistreated, tired of the hierarchy, so they addressed their frustrations at the only people who could help; the Kigihara brothers. Kazuya Kigihara, Ryosuke Kigihara and Yoshino Kigihara were the main and only representatives of the Kigihara lineage. Blessed with what are now described supernatural powers, they decided to challenge the then-current government. But even they, in spite of their might and prowess, couldn't put an end to the regime, not alone at least. So, they initiated a network, a small one at first with about fifteen participants, where they were taught combat in a daily basis. Upon learning that their powers can not be replicated, no matter the months of training, they resorted to other, more subtle methods which lead to the creation of the art we now know as 'ninjutsu'. They recognized the Samurai code of conduct, so they decided to use it against them, employing deception and treating it like their main weapon. Soon, what were only fifteen multiplied to five hundred and spread all around feudal Japan, fighting injustice and making sure no one falls prey of the regime. With the eventual death of the three brothers, their children occupied their role and after them their grandchildren, with the bearers of the Kigihara mark making a tradition out of appointing their children, who still carried some of their genes and powers, as their leaders after the Grimm Reaper knocked on their doors. But with the frequent change of leaders, the purpose of shinobi also changed. They were no longer about fighting the oppressing regime, they were more for accumulating wealth by performing missions in dangerous areas. Documented cases also show they even worked for the regime they were supposed to fight in one or two occasions. Their powers also subverted in the process, with the latest generation of the Kigihara possessing powers just above those of your average human, albeit they still are highly lethal. During the Great Depression, the Kigihara Clan, or what was left of it, had an internal war which led to many of them migrating to other more industrialized countries. Using the economic slump to conceal their shady dealings, they each began sharing the sacred Art of Ninjutsu with foreigners, setting up their own separate clans and therefore dividing the Kigihara Clan into a ring of 13 separate clans, which are now referred to as 'The Devil's Thirteen'. To this day, they refuse to cooperate with each other, unless they are rallying to protect their mutual interests. The biggest and the strongest clan of all is the "Rasetsu Clan", based in New York City, New York and which was taken under the mantle of the government during the Eisenhower administration, who deduced that the only way to fight the Vietcongs, who excelled in guerrilla tactics, was to employ the ones who INVENTED such tactics. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So, ladies and gentlemen, if you just read the aforementioned paragraph and still don't know what this RP is about, then let me explain it to you; ninjas, the most awesome beings in this planet, so awesome that East Timor is currently waging a war against them. Seriously though, it's a ninja RP set in modern day, near-future where a team comprised of seven young shinobis and kunoichis are called in from their training prematurely to fight a brutal enemy that's terrorizing the United States, hence the name "Seven Days of the Week". It's gonna be sandbox, free roam, whatever you call it so you can adhere to the rules, or dig your own path (although digging your own path is gonna increase the likelihood of getting killed). There's a lot of things that are gonna happen in this RP, some I'll reveal to you in the IC (if an IC ever happens) while some I will make known in the list below.

What I'm offering

• An awesome plot; seriously, it's gonna be full of twists and turns and foreshadowing, something which I consider myself to be good at. Most importantly, you're gonna have a say at it too, as long as you don't go batshit insane.
• A revisioned world; many historical events will be mentioned, albeit envisioned way differently. USA won the Vietnam War, Kennedy never got assassinated and is actually still alive, albeit suffering from a terrible halitosis AND there was a HUGE technological upgrade that started in the 50s. I have yet to add the final touches to this fictional world I'm creating, but I'm positive it's gonna be good.
• Freedom; you're gonna have the freedom to move around, do whatever you want to do, heck even avoid participating in the main plot at all (although I have no idea why you would want to do that). If your character has a good reason to, he/she might even switch sides or do something out of the norm which will spark side missions or mini-Arcs (or fully fledged Arcs, depending on the consequences of your character's actions) that will center on him/her alone. Which leads us to..
• Side-missions; there will be side missions which you can complete during the periods between Arcs (which I refer to as an 'aftermath'). Some will contribute to the main story, while some will not. They will be unlocked only after the second Arc, and some will have requirements for two or more people to join in, so you gotta coordinate yourself with the other participants.
• Several NPCs; all carefully crafted and all with different personalities, some likeable some not. This also includes the main villain of this tale, which will be a love-to-hate kinda villain. All the NPCs will be commanded by me, since I'm not going to directly participate in the RP. You can also submit an NPC CS that you want to add and I'll consider it - if it fits the overall tone of the RP and if I have a free spot, I'll make sure to involve him in the plot.

If you think what I just mentioned is all, you're wrong. That is just the tip of the iceberg. If you wanna see more of this, however, you're gonna have to give me the chance to hit up an OOC/IC.

I will set up the rules and the character sheets in the OOC, since I'm really approaching this RP with a dose of skepticism (all my previous ones have failed, so you have to understand). Also, your character will have codenames based on the days of the week, so you might wanna call dibs on your favorite day right now so that we can settle this by the time we get to the OOC, IF, again, I get the chance to make one.

~ Available Slots ~ [7/7] +1

OOC Progress

• The Kigihara Lineage
• Technological Advances
• The Kennedy Platform (base of operations)
• Rasetsu Clan Background
• Rejuvenix
• "Shinobi Jr." Training Program
• Abominations
• Changes in Timeline
• Current Situation
• List of NPCs
• Side-missions
• List of Usable Near-Futuristic Firearms and Equipment
• Character Sheet
• Rules

Madou: Vivid World

What is this C2 thing exactly?

Madou: Vivid World

Shifting his sight towards the entrance, an involuntary hand twitch caused his wallet to drop and his teeth to clench in pain, trying as hard as he could keep that pain from manifesting into a blood curdling scream. He lowered his sight to see the girl who had wrapped his leg with her tail, as she began blabbering about how appearances deceive and slipped her name in too; Ellis Val Sonata. A visibly distressed Jason was just noticing some little details about the girl, details that were just off. Besides serving as a weapon, her tail also seemed to indicate her current mood, something which her face was unable to pull off. Whatever she was - Esper or Mage - her specialty seemed to be closely related to the brain, so it was definitely telekinesis. Relieving him off her grip and then bidding him farewell, the mention of his name, which he hadn't spoken out loud added 'telepathy' to the short list of supposed abilities she might possess. With the distance between him and Ellis growing with each step, a now slightly less anxious Jason grabbed his wallet, slipped into his front pocket before grabbing his luggage and entering the resort. The girl's advice stuck to his head like a bad case of migraine. She was right. He had the potential to see the light and the dark inside of people, if he wanted to. He just never thought he'd have to use his observational skills during a vacation. Jason's first obstacle was a security check-in, with three resort employees; two muscles and a female, which was overseeing the millimeter wave scanner, obstructing his path. That was an issue, taking into account Jason was packing a handgun in his luggage. "This way, sir", one of the guards pointed at a small spot, as the other took his luggage and began running it through the scanner. Some places in China did allow licensed firearms, but they were kept under strict surveillance by the respective security staff and were not allowed to get intoxicated with their gun holstered. However, Jason still was not sure if "Red Dragon" went by that policy. As he stared down to his stained torso, with the guard moving a glowing stick up and down, an audible beep caused both Jason and the security staff to wince. All three of them simultaneously looked at the poor, young man as the x-ray figure of what seemed to be a gun popped up in one of the screens, prompting an awkward chuckle by his side. "Sir, are you aware that you had a handgun in your luggage?", the other guard spoke as his Chinese accent made up for some funny pronunciation quirks. "Yes. Will that pose a problem?", Jason boldly responded after calming himself down. The guard near him, which had scanned Jason's body up until then, spoke; "The Red Dragon Resort doesn't have an anti-gun policy, but that doesn't mean we welcome them." The moment he brought up the fact that the resort is not against guns, Jason was put to ease, his movement now being less restricted and more carefree. While the hotel staff was still trying to keep him off the hotel, he wasn't bound by any law which meant he had to show them who Jason Ford really is. Nearing one of the guards, he breathed out in a deliberate manner, causing him to shy away in disgust as the smell of tobacco made up for a really unpleasant atmosphere. The other two guards gazed inquisitively, wondering what the hell was just happening. "Smell that? What brand do you think that is?", Jason spoke, swiveling around the room in search for an answer but getting none instead. "If you thought 'Stradivarius', then you were wrong. It was supposed to be a Stradivarius, this expensive brand of cigarettes which come in ten and cost for about forty dollars each, but it's not. It's actually a Chinese knockoff provided to me by some mentally unfit creature of habit who still maintains his job as a chauffeur in that car-for-hire company that just brought me before your doorstep, only because I consider making complaints as tedious. The company's policy is that they give out one cigar to each of their customers in case of a delay or anything of the like, and they gave one to me when one of the car tires popped out, but they didn't give me the real thing. No, no, no, Zhen the driver was hiding the real thing and instead replaced 'em with a load of cheap knockoffs. How do I know that, you might ask? Well, I'm not a cigar smoker, but I've never had a cigar give me such an excruciating throat pain when smoked, especially not one which costs forty dollars. Zhen, in the other hand, is an avid smoker judging by his yellow nail and teeth, and by his raucous voice, courtesy of the mucus covering his breathing canal. After one hour and a half of staring cars passing down a highway, I was dropped here where a thirteen year old girl, possibly an ESPer, nearly severed my left leg and robbed me of a couple of dollars and also accused me of being a pervert, somewhere along the line. So if you think that doesn't justify this gun, then I'll have a word with the higher-ups.", Jason finished his typical manic talking as the resort's staff stared in awe, their mouths hanging agape. After what seemed like an eternity of awkward silence and glares, one of the guards decided to break the ice after a close inspection of the gun's license, pointing at the interior's main lobby. "Have a nice day, sir.", he spoke, mustering a fake smile with all his might. Shortly after that, Jason pulled his wheeled luggage with himself and made his way to the reception desk, looking back with a death glare at the still mute employees. Upon reaching the desk, he asked the receptionist, a woman in her late twenties, to hand him the key to his room which he'd reserved previously. Room 203, to be more precise. Refusing to let any of the staff carry his baggage, he took an elevator and walked down to his room, opening the door, throwing the luggage down to a corner and diving into his bed, finally finding some peace of mind.

Disconnected; The Perks of Being Insane

-double post-

Disconnected; The Perks of Being Insane

@MiddleEarthRoze, I'm officially cancelling this RP. I'm sorry, but I kinda started losing interest, not to mention that I'm buried by three other RPs and a shit ton of homework. It was good while it lasted. I hope we cross paths again.

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

Feel free to have Rose pave her own way. She may idolize Slade, but she doesn't need to physically follow him. Don't simplify her to simply another token woman.

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

What the JLA is doing in the meanwhile

Madou: Vivid World

Sporting a pair of skintight black pants, a white shirt and a black tie to match it, with the newest edition of dark blue Adidas sneakers, Jason's fashion choice for that day was a blend of formal and casual wear. He was also pulling a wheeled, leather luggage around him which contained some pretty serious stuff, serious enough to plunge him deep inside that corner of his mind. Walking towards the entrance almost like a somnambulist, playing different scenarios in his head, he felt a slight bump down his right rib followed by the sticky sensation of a cold liquid spraying down his shirt. Sucking his frustration deep inside the dark pits of his heart, Jason collected himself and exhaled in an attempt to spit out all the figurative venom that was flowing around his veins. Great. First that intoxicated chauffeur, now her. Perhaps Tian Jin wasn't a good vacation spot after all. Upon getting back to his senses, however, he noticed that not only she wasn't Chinese, she also was kind of an oddball. Her dress was laced with ornaments, her hair color was a light blue (aside from her hair reaching down to her knees) but most importantly; she was wiggling a tail, furiously while at that. Jason had heard of these children's mechanical toys which were infused with simplified A.Is and that could perform various tasks on command, but that wasn't the case there. Heck, after bumping on her, he was also pretty sure she was making her ice cream float, that or his brain was playing games. No. His brain never plays games. Jason was very suspicious that she could be a mage, or worse, an Esper and the least thing he wanted was to piss off a stuck-up weapon of mass destruction. He hadn't even seen the resort's interior yet. "I'm terribly sorry about this, but to be fair you did bump on me.", the young man responded, mustering a half-arsed smirk in an effort to appear as friendly as possible. Slipping his right hand on his pocket, he pulled out his wallet and got a couple of dollar bills, extending his hand towards the girl, who was probably no older than sixteen. "These will suffice for any kind of inconvenience I may have caused, and then some.", he said, his smile gradually vanishing as he did so.

Madou: Vivid World

@Flamelord None taken. (I don't know why I would be offended in the first place, but what the hell.) Also, posted.

Madou: Vivid World

~ Tian Jin Sky City, Highway - Red Dragon Resort~

"This is backfiring at me.", Jason exclaimed, throwing the cigar down in between his feet before stomping it, leaving a scuff on the rough, navy colored asphalt. His action provoked a scowl by Zhen, the young driver of some Chinese car-for-hire company who was supposed to deliver him in front of the "Red Dragon", that until the car's tire popped up and they had to make a stop just aside the main highway. Watching the cars go by, then apathetically throwing a glimpse at his watch, with his impatience growing like a tumor with each second wasted, Jason finally decided to address his agitation to the young chauffeur the way how he always makes his mood swings known - by issuing a threat. "Are you making any progress with that tire, or should I call your boss?", the young prodigy spoke, clearly and showing no sign of sympathy for the man. Zhen, in the other hand, was still trying to figure out where the lug nuts are. The newly manufactured cars that were frequent around Tian Jin were equipped with highly advanced experimental tires, which were very different from the normal tires. Regardless, what chauffeur doesn't know how to change a spare tire? After a succession of grunts and cursing in Chinese, Zhen, a man about three-four years Jason's senior responded to his client's threat-question. "I'm sorry sir. I don't know how this happened. It's not my fault. The maintenance wo-", he was about to go on with his attempt at acquitting himself of all charges, until the young Ford interrupted his shameless exhibition of broken English and made-up words (made worse by his shrill voice) by slightly pressing his right hand on his mouth. "Don't. Don't blame the maintenance workers. That's so last year.", Jason spoke, not ever breaking from his monotone voice, before sauntering away from the chauffeur's pale face, leaving him to work on his own for the time being. Sneaking a glance back at the poor man, who remained intact for the first quarter of a minute until finally moving on to fix the tire, Jason pulled out his phone, working his hands to establish an uplink with the Sakurai nerve center. The process to creating a cyber bridge in between a floating city in China and a four-story building in Shimizu, Japan was quite a slow and complicated one, but he wasn't going anywhere, so why not make use of that time. His brief pondering was put to an end as a woman's voice was heard from his Android, prompting him to shift his sight at the screen. "Hello.", Jason waved, almost as if considering a small and nearly irrelevant gesture like waving to be a nuisance. The woman on the other end of the line, Sophie, a tall, slender woman, dressed in an appropriate work suit which occupied the role as Jason's second-in-command, leaned towards the screen in a slightly inquisitive manner before querying. "Well? Did you change your mind?" Her question provoked an erratic chuckle by Jason, who quickly assembled himself before responding; "No Sophie, I'm still taking that vacation. I just called to see how the thing went.". His response was less than pleasing for Sophie, to whom the prospect of handling an organization with 40+ employees and engaging in felonies rubbed her the wrong way. Following a quiet, but distinguishable sigh, she began speaking yet again. "About that, I have some bad news and some good news. Which one do you wanna hear first?" "The bad one.", Jason spoke rapidly, as if in a hurry. "The bad news is; we hacked the Defense Ministry database and sifted through a load of information, but got caught before we could complete our search. I've never seen such a quick server shut down in my entire life, I tell you", the woman declared, her last sentence causing Jason's heart to sink deeper as he struggled to control his face muscles. The message that Sakurai's attempt at hacking a national database failed was no news for him. Ever since it's creation, Sakurai was nothing but an example of what happens when you try to use technology to bend the government. The fact that they got caught, however, made him anxious, his mind immediately springing at the likelihood of their IP being backtracked. If that was to happen, he'd be jailed in no time. It was Sophie's calm disposition and the thought of a good news that kept the young man from having a mental breakdown. "The good news is", the woman on the other end of the line began, after a brief intermission. "we slipped away clean." Her last words felt like a calming dose of morphine to Jason, as he lifted his head up then sighed in relief, glad to hear that he'd get to avoid prosecution yet another day. Sophie's facial expression, in the meanwhile, signified she was pissed off and frightened, simultaneously. The pleads that followed shortly after confirmed that. "Jason, please, we need you to come back. I-I don't think I can handle so many people at once. And the things you're making me do..", she stuttered, the change in her tone made it all the more obvious she didn't want to be any part of his activities. "You get half of the profit. Isn't that worth all the effort?", Jason queried, sneaking a devilish smirk which disappeared quickly so as to avoid coming off as inconsiderate before a woman who was about to burst in tears. His monotone changed to a more warming and somewhat even mocking tone towards the end, as he had his last word. "Look, I'll be there in a week. Just try and keep everything in check 'till I make my glorious return, understand?" The woman nodded before the screen went black, marking the end of the broadcast. Coincidentally, the end of the broadcast was also the end of that long period of staring at the highway, as Zhen blissfully notified he had finally fixed the car tire. That said, the duo departed from the highway and made their way into the "Red Dragon", where Jason was dropped. Staring in awe at the huge, mechanized building, the long-haired man took his first steps towards the entrance.