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2 yrs ago
Current Losing a game of dragon ball the breakers because my dipshit allies wouldn't give me their fucking dragon balls pisses me off. the raider was already nearly dead fml.
2 yrs ago
devaronian is the race you're looking for. They're basically thugs for the hutts for the most part.
2 yrs ago
Man I'd love to be proven wrong so i'll keep trying but still it sucks like the fourth time this has happened for entirely seperate reasons each as dumb as the last.
2 yrs ago
Man I just can't stick with a DND Group. I'm aware I feel pushy at times but I never intend to push anyone into doing anything. I'm just feeling so dejected at this point.
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2 yrs ago
In general I've given up play by post roleplaying. I only check on occasion due to how NO ONE commits to forum posting in my over ten years of experience.
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I'm one of the surviving members from the event known as Guild Fall. I am a big fan of Mobile Suit Gundam and am very specific on what I want in a roleplay. I have completed two roleplays (one is debateable) and have over six years of roleplaying experience dating back to when I was in Middle School.

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@Omni5876Hey are you at the meeting area, or are you on the way there? Just want to clarify?
Made my first post hope it came out well.
Food, and a soda...what would life be without the essentials that make up the necessities of human life? Certainly no life John wanted a part of, after all he was certainly better off than most of the dregs of society. Drugged out their minds, high on their own confidence, and very much unaware of their in morality. Those knuckle dragging pigs were probably no better off in a gutter than their own house. If one could not care for the body, if one could not care for their conduct, and how they present themselves then why bother even pretending to be human? At one point does that individual become an animal? That was the though running through the mind of John Brown as he ate his pancakes from the small dinner on a corner in Night City. A job was being lined up to take out some gangbanger or another by his handler. A fixer by the name of Clancy Ryan, an old networker for a Corpo industry that cut him in favor of some boss's kid. Now he spent most of his time with Clancy cleaning out the city's unwanted filth. A tiresome but needed ordeal. Hitmen may as well be cops with how many people wanted some roach killed with clean efficiency.

A sip of his soda, and a few bites of his pancakes was what John Brown decided to go with as he looked out the window his cold eyes covered by a pair of thing dark glasses that shadowed his eyes. He wondered if these people would care if someone next to them was shot dead? This modern world full of gadgets, and casual murder have made humanity rather...complacent. The majority only cared about the self not the neighbor and some not even the family. Still better than a machine. Always better than a machine. Better a sheep than a code set to follow the same instruction. The sheep could surprise you now and then...the machine just did what it was made to do. Still he supposed the shepards needed to work too. The online entities some portraying themselves as cute animated girls for the shut ins to gawk at. Some play video games, and others made music all of them the same at the end of the day. And even the Shepard were better than the Corpos. Arishoka...putrid metal fetishists the lot of them. So enamored with metal they have forgotten themselves. And even in decline they still clung their disgusting oil smeared hands on the edge of this rotted city. Regardless a bullet usually solved the problem of them at the end of the day. A waitress strolled up to him. She had some implants, and he wondered deeply if she even knew the level of failure she had achieved by modding herself out for convenances sake. The metal crudely pushed into flesh, the bone, and more. At what level was a human? "Would you like some more sir?" she asked him kindly with a smile. "Please, and thank you." he replied as he finished off his soda and went back to eatting his pancakes...could use more syrup.
"Right we should head to CHALDEAS as soon as possible. I understand that all of you weren't expecting this, and neither was I, but that's kind of the point right? We're the guys who get called in when shit gets real, and I'm counting on all of us to be ready for it." Leon told the three members of his team as he hurried down the corridors as they passed by members of the medical team coming by they seemed to have a grim look on their face. As they came to the doorway down the long hall that led to CHALDEAS he saw the two guards standing in the doorway though they had almost never saw combat they had to take precautions even with Heroic Spirits wandering around. It was dangerous after all if one got serious about messing things up? The whole place could be reduced to rubble. Who knows if someone has been secretly working to undermine literally everything they stood for CHALDEAS was almost irreplaceable, and it being disrupted, or destroyed would set them back really badly. Let alone the Rayshift technology, and everything that went with it. The guards looked over Leon, and the group quickly checking them for weapons, and anything else before letting the group through. It was once they were inside did they meet Director Orson whom was standing in the middle of the hallway leading up to the giant blue globe with his back to them, and the door. He was in his standard outfit he wore a long white cape with a white shirt. His hands were covered in black gloves, and his boots matched them. He also tended to wear black, or white pants to match the uniform. His graying slicked back tan hair meshed well with his uniform, a long white trench coat with the Chaldea symbol emblazed on it. He seemed really tense despite all of this but kept quiet. Instead of him, or Leon going up to them they were met by another man.

The man, or rather the legendary scientist, who stood before the, closer to them than the Director looking at a tablet in his hand, looked at Leon, Elise, Connor, and Scarlett with a serious tone which was out of character for the usually calm, and collected individual. "You took your time arriving here Captain Winchester but all things considered it didn't take too long so I'll overlook it." commented the individual in front of them as he folded his arms and waited for a response. He was clearly frustrated but he was trying to keep calm. "Sorry I wasn't expecting us to be called on such short notice. I thought you wouldn't need us for a mission since the new guys are still settling in, and all." Leon responded professionally standing at the ready. He looked past the individual and down the hall at the Director who stood there looking intensely at CHALDEAS.

"So you're the newcomers finally gotten into action I see? I've already read you files, in fact I helped compose them, but I suppose introductions are best done in person. I am a caster class servant, Archimedes. Also known as the Wizard of Balance. Forgive me it has been a hard two days...as you've sure you've heard Team One has gone missing...Normally this would not be an issue. However we have made...progress on that matter. Which is why you're here today. Director Orson the new ones have arrived." Archimedes sternly talked to the B-Team as the director turned back his light blue eyes scanning the group with a icy steely gaze and he strutted over to the three of them. "This is hardly the greeting I intended to give you all but time is of the essence. But I would be a bad gentleman if I did not officially welcome you both to Chaldea. You're lucky to be working under Leon he's not the best agent we have but he's a talented, and sensible one. Do not be afraid to voice objections with him. He listens unlike some leaders who simply go by their own accord. That being said don't believe him to be infallible he isn't. You probably know my name but just in case I am your Director. Orson Dane Archibald the Second. I am the acting head of the Archibald family." commented Orson quickly speaking through his greeting as he turned back to CHALDEAS. "Do you have any questions before we go on? I can't stress more how urgent this matter is. But I can't send new agents out without answering some of their questions." Orson said trying to keep himself organized but it was clear to even Leon that he was holding himself together with sheer willpower.

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Archimedes's outfit/Appearance:

https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/typemoon/images/d/d7/Archimedes_Extella.png/revision/latest?cb=20160912100236
Alright good luck with it.
Alright i'll respond and try to move us along tomorrow sorry about not being able to reply tonight.
Anyone going to post soon?
alright my mistake must've read over that. I'll edit my post. I'll try to make it so rezod doesn't have to change that much.
Alright going to give everyone a chance to bounce off each other maybe a bit to let a person speak up if they intend on joining still then we'll move on to director orson. Someone did contact me about a rider servant but they have not yet committed entirely.
@Rezod92

"Probably yeah Team A was ray shifted by the Director on emergency duties, and we were put on high alert in case of emergency. I haven't been told what has happened. Something went wrong with one of the grail wars in all likelihood is what the staff was saying." Leon says informing his acquaintance, and teammate Conner about what was happening. "No word if its as major as it seems but singularities detected by Chaldea's equipment must mean that it must is a must to check out. If it was something small that would root itself out then all of Team A wouldn't have been dispatched. Zhao Yun has already shown why he was called 'The Little Dragon' in past situations if he needs one of Rome's greatest next to him and the expertise of caster...ugh it hurts my brain to think about." Leon says rubbing his head somewhat worn out from his training he didn't really mind that he was being teased about his lack of mystic code being unbuttoned. Leon folded his arms across his chest as he prepared to speak up once more.

@The Irish Tree@Enkryption
"We-" he started to say as suddenly he felt someone poke him on the shoulder as he watched Elise move around, and offer him a drink for his stress. Leon smiled at her despite his stress starting to mount. If this whole situation got worse that meant he probably would need to take her up on this offer but as it stood he didn't tend to drink much. A sense of professionalism is what drove him but he knew Elise's family specialized in magical beverages of the alcoholic sort. It was something he valued having as drinking something that tasted nice and helped out? That was something a lot of normal people wished that they could have on hand. "I still don't know how that works but maybe later. I don't want to give off the wrong impression to the Director. I've only recently been made 'Captain' and that's only because of me being on hand longer. I would prefer not to make the impression I'm drinking on the job get me?" Leon states as he starts to button up his shirt. He supposed he would have to do it eventually but he was hoping to relax a bit longer. He should remember he no longer had the luxury of being at home, or being the secondary squad member. He had to lead, and make choices. That was the role given to him. It was the quiet, and mysterious girl Scarlett who came along. Leon didn't know much about her other than what her profile gave on her, and her magic so he was hoping this could give her a chance to get comfortable. "Hey there Scarlett I hope you're ready, and doing well. I understand things here may be difficult but, I want you to know I'm here for you if you need it. I imagine Elise is too...Connor i'm not sure he's smart enough to though." he says sarcastically at the last bit of his sentence laughing a bit.
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