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Looking for an enthusiastic rper that can handle mature themes, and have fun. Preferrably female, but I'm looking more for literate rpers than anything.

Themes:

Cyberpunk/futuristic biker gang (think Akira)

Robotech/Macross inspired (pilot and wingman/dueling pilots)

Marvel-themed

Real life TrainerxFighter (romantic-MaleFemale or not)

Buddy cop with superpowers (gritty and dark)

Those are the only ones I'm interested in right now. Feel free to PM me if you're intrigued!
"No shit, sir! What gave that away?" Sergeant Golovkin forced a chuckle as he blitzed down the stairwell. Before the building decided to collapse in on itself, Ready had just cleared the 5th floor in a mild-mannered pace, averting injury with careful strides down brittle steps and scattered debris. The sudden torrential storm of metal and cement rock came crumbling down like a hellish giant, pursuing Golovkin while destroying everything in its path. He was lunging now, clearing several steps, before one finally gave out from underneath him. He stumbled forward, tumbling onto a platform facing an exit door. The roaring sound of destruction rang through his helmet, echoing all over the walls of the stairwell like an angry sea. Chunks of cement crashed into everything around him. Golovkin leapt to his feet and shouldered through the door.

"Shit!"

Enveloped in a plume of dust, Robert blindly sprinted forward, relying on the micro-framed outlines of the environment displayed on his VISR. Even still, the rapid shift of his surroundings caused interference, making it hard to determine whether he was on the third or second floor. Either way it didn't matter; one way or another, Robert was jumping out of this building. An opening from the dust gave a moment of clarity, and Golovkin saw shattered window clearings ten feet in front of him. The VISR hiccupped again, but just as he was three steps from leaping out, his VISR revealed a row of vehicles parked on ground level, several feet from the jump. Robert slightly readjusted course and pushed off from the ledge, clutching his M90 with both hands and braced himself for impact.

Crash!

The landing came quicker and harder than anticipated. Golovkin rolled with the momentum as best he could, tumbling off of the wide rooftop of a car before landing onto the street, feet first. Pain jolted through his left ankle, but his adrenaline kept the ODST zeroed in on the moment. Robert fled down Titan Road, then cut right into an alleyway on Coronado until the ground no longer rumbled, and the sky stopped falling. He pinged his location on the com then spoke up when he finally caught his breath, ducking low, careful not to put too much weight on his left leg. "Can't get rid of me that fast."

The Sergeant could no longer ignore the pain. Golovkin cradled his M90 with one hand and dug for painkillers with the other. Searching through the small first aid kit strapped onto the side of his waist, his fingers fell onto a small packet containing two capsules. Just as he tore into the packaging and gulped both pills down, a dust cloud loomed through like an ominous fog, bringing an eerie silence along with it. Golovkin brought up his M90 and leaned up against the wall, surveying the environment for hostiles. Clear. Robert then quickly scoped for friendlies.

"I see you, Gunny." Golovkin mumbled, honing in on the approaching figure outlined in green on his VISR. "Ready and able, sir."
I'll try and get a response post in sometime later on tonight!

edit: POASTY MC POAST POST
wow apologies for the delay. I had to find time to get my laptop fixed between double shifts. Finally got a post up!!
The rashilian spent most of his recreational time jumping from ship-to-ship, making last minute appearances with ambassadors and iconoclasts from the Metacaug Elite. He shook hands, bowed, embraced, smiled politely, and responded to the same questions in a well-rehearsed, yet eloquent, manner that conveyed sincerity. He quite honestly dreaded formalities. For the past month, the entirety of the ULSS crew was subjugated to a media frenzy. With less than a day away until launch, Nadan wanted nothing more than to relax, but he budgeted his time well for them. After all, it’s not like he’ll be seeing any of them any time soon. After the last and final appearance was made, he boarded a two-person shuttle craft and made his way toward the giant research station. He summoned a holographic interface, his personal menu. Nadan had sent a message to the Delta Crew hours before, but no one had responded. Still, his destination was set on the Rutgun Drinkwell onboard the Truth Shield.

***


Nadan stood completely still as a floating drone scanned his entire anatomy.

“Thank you, Officer Taushir. You may enter.” Said the burly, insectoid-looking bouncer that guarded the double door entrance.

Nadan managed to enter Rutgun Drinkwell without waiting in the ridiculously long line that spiraled down a narrow corridor. Apparently, all of the ULSS crew members were put on a guest list, courtesy of the owner. It made sense, Nadan reasoned, seeing as how they were less than a day away from launch. No one wanted to spend their last moments of rec time waiting in line. This was a good thing, seeing as how he arrived fifteen minutes late.

The rashilian was consumed by the livelihood of Rutgun Drinkwell. An electro-synth number filled the air, accompanied by a raucous crowd that must have arrived in droves just moments before. Drinks were flowing, laughter erupted everywhere, and dance moves Nadan had never seen before were let loose without regard. It reminded the rashilian of the Age of Wine, an era of celebration that followed the end of the great interstellar war. It suddenly dawned on Nadan how difficult it will be to locate anyone from his Delta team. A countless number of unique faces patterned across his field of view. He rotated his wrist pad, allowing a holographic screen to expand around his eyes.

Nadan typed onto the holo keys with his free hand, then began scanning around. The micro frame became transparent, showcasing biometric and ULSS registries of each individual showed within the holo screen. Winding through the sea of people, his holoscreen finally lit up. A red outline traced over two figures that were in close proximity of each other. Nadan nodded approvingly as their names came up. The rashillian waltzed over to the two, whom looked to be in mid-conversation.

“Hello there!” Nadan interjected, flashing dimples, yet retaining a stern presence. “I’m glad you could make it! I was afraid no one would show up.” He extended his hand and performed the universally recognized gesture for formal introductions to each of them. “I am Operations Officer Nadan Taushir, leader of our Delta Exploronaut group. Now, before we move onto pleasantries, what kind of drink can I get you two?”
I'm not sure what could further entice her beyond a direct invitation to meet with the Exploronaut crew she's assigned to. Regardless, if you can't make that work, you are free to do essentially anything within the context given. This is just an intro post.
Bumpity. Two positions are currently open: Security Officer, and Engineer. We're in a bit of a slow start so jumping in won't be much of a problem.
Well there's only four of us, and while I can't speak for Hagura, Benny is on vacay, and I work full time. I said that I would get a post in today and I intend on doing so as soon as I get off work.
reem said
Well... about that the day before my ship date happened to be New Years Day... long story short I was highly intoxicated at my apartment complex the roommates and I threw a party for some reason I went outside, and got locked outside the gate, I didn't have my key on me and the roomies weren't answering phones due to the raging party. I climbed the fence and in my drunk stupor decided it would be a good idea to leap off the gate like a frog, I landed on one foot before the other and broke my foot and fractured ankle. The recruiters pulled my contract and I had to wait six months where I then became infatuated with being a medic I chose Army over Navy. And no, I'm a combat medic and in my line of work have dealt with and deal with fractured feet and ankles all the time. I also used to work in a clinic where patients would come to be seen for possible fractures or broken bones.


Wow no kidding literally the day before you were supposed to leave? That's crazy, especially how it pushed you toward something that you seem to love doing now. Thanks for sharing that. It also makes a lot of sense now reading your IC posts; Acosta is written naturally well in her role.
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