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Quite honestly, you all are sensitive assholes.
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Got room for another?
Got room for another?
@Halvtand I'm the only nobushi so I'm good with it
Please someone post, Why let this die already. Just why.
@Rhythmloid
Family members depends on the roleplayers that join up
The family is well known and well respected, Not a family of politics but all members of their family are known to be Generals or very skilled Samurai in times of war.
Past. Before the gunpowder age, The blades are sharp and strong and there is nothing better than them yet.
Im not sure yet. Possibly, If anyone wants to roleplay that type of character and make the story go that way then I will have them PM me to let me know. Most likely however, it will be someone from another family.
Family members depends on the roleplayers that join up
The family is well known and well respected, Not a family of politics but all members of their family are known to be Generals or very skilled Samurai in times of war.
Past. Before the gunpowder age, The blades are sharp and strong and there is nothing better than them yet.
Im not sure yet. Possibly, If anyone wants to roleplay that type of character and make the story go that way then I will have them PM me to let me know. Most likely however, it will be someone from another family.
Im not one for fancy ICs or OOCs or ever fancy CSs so Im sorry if yall are into that kinda stuff.
My plan for this is to be a powerful samurai family just got their father assassinated. We dont know who did it or why. We will be roleplaying as the fathers sons and daughters (Using the class styles from the game 'For Honor' and maybe some more.)
Throughout the roleplay we will need to infiltrate other houses and question members of the other families, we can either kill them or let them live of blackmail them and make them work for us to help us find what happened to our father. In doing so, anything is possible. We might start an all out war, who knows. All choices made by roleplayers will alter the storyline. I dont have anything solid set in place, Our choices will guide the plot. Sound good?
Please, Ask me questions if you want to know more. If this intrigued you at all please leave a post. I will be watching this daily.
My plan for this is to be a powerful samurai family just got their father assassinated. We dont know who did it or why. We will be roleplaying as the fathers sons and daughters (Using the class styles from the game 'For Honor' and maybe some more.)
Throughout the roleplay we will need to infiltrate other houses and question members of the other families, we can either kill them or let them live of blackmail them and make them work for us to help us find what happened to our father. In doing so, anything is possible. We might start an all out war, who knows. All choices made by roleplayers will alter the storyline. I dont have anything solid set in place, Our choices will guide the plot. Sound good?
Please, Ask me questions if you want to know more. If this intrigued you at all please leave a post. I will be watching this daily.
Yeah Im going nobushi.
@GingerBoi123 It all goes to shit. That series pissed me off, I quit watching it
@Halvtand Interested. female nobushi under @DriveEMOut. However I would also play a Lawbringer general.
@Halvtand Interested. female nobushi under @DriveEMOut. However I would also play a Lawbringer general.
Atticus was at the shooting range with the rest of his squad, doing their favorite past time activity, Firing all their guns at once. (Someone better start singing in their head after that.) When all of a sudden he heard the guy in the first booth yell something. Now, most people probably wouldnt have understood him, however everyone in the squad knew what the mumbles sounded like and they all stopped firing, unloaded their weapons, took off their ear and eye protection and swiveled around with backs straight and standing tall. The Admiral was on deck. He walked slowly down the line of men with his leather shoes clicking on the cement floor with every step. He kicked away some brass and it sang as it bounced across the floor. He Stopped when he reached the other end of the room and spun on his heels to face us.
"Chief Petty Officer Szabo! Turn and Face!"
He said all of a sudden with a loud stern voice. Szabo took one step out and snapped his body to face the Admiral.
"SIR!"
He responded with the same intensity and volume.
"Come with me."
As the Admiral passed by Szabo did a 180 and started out of the firing range right behind him. His mind was racing just as fast as his heart. He was trying to think of what he had done wrong but he couldnt find anything off the top of his head.
"Sir~" He tried to ask.
"Not now. We'll talk in my office."
This meant something was going on, and Szabo didnt like it. Once in the office Szabo straightened his uniform one more time just to make sure and sat down in a seat across from the admiral's desk.
"Im putting you in space kid. Can you do it?"
"Hell yeah, Sir."
"Then go get packed. You have two months."
Szabo walked out feeling refreshed but then burdened again. So filled with mixed thoughts he decided to do the easiest thing possible and just get packed.
After the intense training over the last two months Szabo felt more that comfortable with getting on this ship and going wherever out there they were headed. He had no fear and was gunna live this up 'till he died. With his two big green over the shoulder military bags of all the stuff he owned and a smile on his face he checked into the storage wing and handed off his bags. Then quickly paced to the Stasis wing where they were all being cryogenically frozen for long distance travel through space. He checked in, then stripped down to the bare minimums and hopped into the med-pod with his name on it, getting comfortable before the doctors came over and froze him. Once a doctor had finally come over after about two hours of waiting and a quick nap, Szabo gave her a nod when she asked if he were ready. He could feel the cold for a half-second before he was out. Only to wake up in-
The really pretty girl that he had just been talking to started to let out this awful hissing noise which made Szabo start to run, only to look to where he was running to and finding himself sprinting headlong into a brick wall. When he woke up, that's what it felt like. He was sore and stiff everywhere. He took a second and went through the recovery process, once all was finished the hissing noise returned and his pod door opened. He swung his legs out first, getting a little light headed as he rose but nothing bad. He found his full change of clothes with socks, and his jumpsuit and armband already waiting for him. He swept it up and put it all on quickly he headed towards the security headquarters where the man in charge on the military operations, Sergeant Monroe, would be. It didnt make sense why Monroe was leader of the team since Szabo was a higher rank, but he let it go quick because the Admiral put him in charge and whatever the Admiral says goes.
"What's up, Monroe, Give me the run down, then what needs to be done." Said Szabo with a stern authoritative voice that was maybe just a little too authoritative.
"Sarge~" He adds in an attempt to make it sound a little less offensive.
"Chief Petty Officer Szabo! Turn and Face!"
He said all of a sudden with a loud stern voice. Szabo took one step out and snapped his body to face the Admiral.
"SIR!"
He responded with the same intensity and volume.
"Come with me."
As the Admiral passed by Szabo did a 180 and started out of the firing range right behind him. His mind was racing just as fast as his heart. He was trying to think of what he had done wrong but he couldnt find anything off the top of his head.
"Sir~" He tried to ask.
"Not now. We'll talk in my office."
This meant something was going on, and Szabo didnt like it. Once in the office Szabo straightened his uniform one more time just to make sure and sat down in a seat across from the admiral's desk.
"Im putting you in space kid. Can you do it?"
"Hell yeah, Sir."
"Then go get packed. You have two months."
Szabo walked out feeling refreshed but then burdened again. So filled with mixed thoughts he decided to do the easiest thing possible and just get packed.
2 MONTHS LATER
After the intense training over the last two months Szabo felt more that comfortable with getting on this ship and going wherever out there they were headed. He had no fear and was gunna live this up 'till he died. With his two big green over the shoulder military bags of all the stuff he owned and a smile on his face he checked into the storage wing and handed off his bags. Then quickly paced to the Stasis wing where they were all being cryogenically frozen for long distance travel through space. He checked in, then stripped down to the bare minimums and hopped into the med-pod with his name on it, getting comfortable before the doctors came over and froze him. Once a doctor had finally come over after about two hours of waiting and a quick nap, Szabo gave her a nod when she asked if he were ready. He could feel the cold for a half-second before he was out. Only to wake up in-
787 Years 4 months 1 Week and 2 days later.
The really pretty girl that he had just been talking to started to let out this awful hissing noise which made Szabo start to run, only to look to where he was running to and finding himself sprinting headlong into a brick wall. When he woke up, that's what it felt like. He was sore and stiff everywhere. He took a second and went through the recovery process, once all was finished the hissing noise returned and his pod door opened. He swung his legs out first, getting a little light headed as he rose but nothing bad. He found his full change of clothes with socks, and his jumpsuit and armband already waiting for him. He swept it up and put it all on quickly he headed towards the security headquarters where the man in charge on the military operations, Sergeant Monroe, would be. It didnt make sense why Monroe was leader of the team since Szabo was a higher rank, but he let it go quick because the Admiral put him in charge and whatever the Admiral says goes.
"What's up, Monroe, Give me the run down, then what needs to be done." Said Szabo with a stern authoritative voice that was maybe just a little too authoritative.
"Sarge~" He adds in an attempt to make it sound a little less offensive.
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