Sutoratosu

Aaaaannnnnnd I get pointed out.... I'd just like to say, soldiers, as the current host I own up for every single mistake made in that. But at the same time I also suggest that people go and just look at Graterras by Hukuna. PSS is not exactly a proud point for the author right now, perhaps someday, but as it is, it needs alot more work on every front. So yeah, just... stick with Hukuna's work for an example here.

Again, I'm just rolling with what her character would do. Figured I'd kill two birds with one stone and try out something Commander once mentioned to me while also doing all of... this. If through doing this, Arya somehow ends up being inclined to choose to become Vivienne's partner afterall, then I'll accept it and be done with it. but yeah, I'm really not gonna exert too much control over her search. So I can't really say much of anything regarding it now. It's kinda out of my hands.

So yeah, if that's what you want, I got nothing to say against it. EDIT: And at this point, I don't think any PC besides Rein officially has a partner yet... given that the final decision hasn't been asked for. EDIT 2: To be honest, right now I'm not even focusing on finding one period. I intend to just play out her character for now and see who or where it leads her to and I'll go from there with the decision.

I told Sev he could dissolve the partnership if he wanted to, so... I guess so. right now Arya's over at another table trying to comfort Lyre.

I'm just curious here, but would it be possible to install an auto save feature into the Private Messages system like the Main Forums have? Cause I'm sure there are people out there who will agree, when you've sat there for a while typing out something long or important, and you go to hit the submit reply button, and then either your Internet has died, something has happened to the site to cause it to go down, your computer craps out, etc, and you completely lose everything you wrote with no way of getting it back... While true, this problem can be made to have a bit less impact by simply copying everything into notepad or some other such program, taking a screenshot, etc, before hitting submit, still... it's just a thought.

I see them as Nearly as important as the PC, soldier... but in the end the character has more import because... they should honestly be the glue that keeps the mons all together in the first place. For Mareek I've more or less just set it all up into a series of Triumpharants which will make up the overall team, layered together depending on how important the members are. The first Three, Erce, Java, and Nemo are the most important members of his team by far because each of them, upon their final evolution stages, will represent a possible path Mareek can decide to take in life- Erce represents a position of leadership and command; IE, head of interpol, etc. and is also his first and oldest partner, which corresponds to the fact that that particular motivation is his oldest line of thought. Nemo represents the path of a lone wanderer more or less, a silent warrior who travels the land not really knowing what he's looking for, but lending a hand where a hand is needed in order to keep order, and following his feet to wherever they may take him, He is also the youngest member, corresponding to the fact that his path is the least likely to occur. and Java represents the middle ground between the two, the path of using intellect and drive to procure a leadership position of sorts but then do instead of following the beaten path, taking the rail road north, going west instead and doing something rather unexpected with it and setting into motion something new, some different way of going about something that needed a bit of shaking up anyway. He represents the path of displacing the old ways and installing the new. ((I'd talk more about this one in particular, soldiers, but... character spoilers.)) The next Trio, Riptide the F-gator, Napalm the Typhlosion, and Steve Swiss the Meganium, are more less for side stories and antics for the team with their own little dynamic going of Riptide and Napalm constantly duking it out and Swiss stepping into stop them. They really won't serve any other purpose than that and showing the dynamic of what goes on with his mons when Mareek's not around, along with representing a few side traits of the main trio, Riptide's power and reliable nature is supposed to correspond with Nemo's path, Napalm's vehemence and drive with Erce's path, and Swiss's mediation and unorthodox nature with Java's path. and he needed type coverages, so there's that too... The last three really won't matter period given how far it'll be until they come onto the team. the D-nite, murica bird Braviary, and Florges are pretty much just gonna always stick to the background as supports for the other two triumpharants Mossad though... he'll be quite important when the time comes. He represents the path of forgiveness and at the same time the path of redemption (Not for Mareek regarding the redemtion part...) and the consequences and misunderstandings of actions in the past. All in all, only the first three and the last one really have any import in the end, really actually mean something- The other six planned members of his team could be completely swapped around and changed, and it wouldn't have as drastic an effect on characterization because the same dynamic could be worked out. so... meh.

Just another update, soldiers, I've done some editing for the Premise and the Prologue to make them flow better into one another, as well as changed a few things and put a few details as to what is currently going on in the city in the Prologue. Also, I've decided to drop just having one common motivation in the form of damning articles and simply allow every PC to be driven entirely by their own reasons, though if one wishes they can still have their PC be motivated because of Archangel's writings.

The farthest Erce and her troopers go is making series of appropiate animal noises for that species and then a brief narrative summary of what the hell they were asking/ discussing. As was seen when she "Conversed" briefly with that Oshawott of kenny's...

"Forget it," Arya thought. It was pointless, at this point she obviously wasn't going to find them it seemed- Hell, she had even lost complete of the time anyway. "But watch, just because I can't spot them doesn't mean they aren't here somewhere..." Her food had long since gone cold during the 'game'- which didn't bother her given she didn't much intend to actually eat in the first place. She gave a glance around the room once more, curious as to what everyone else might be doing... when her eyes fell upon a girl sitting alone like herself at a table not so far off with dark blue hair- and Arya could tell with just a lingering stare something was kicking her. Without a word she got up and dumped her food in the trash receptical, depositing her tray before moving over to the area, taking a seat across from the other girl. "Hey, what's wrong?" she asked in genuine kindness, seeing her emotional state close up now...

Go ahead, cast Arya aside then... she wouldn't care too much. Like I said, I could honestly foresee a few issues and conflict down the line for that pairing anyway... so go on if you want to, soldier EDIT: Ninjas...

I will look at that chart later, as for now @Private Typhlosion: like was stated earlier when a few others asked IC what the team strategy for the war games was gonna be, The sewers are completely clean, soldier. The city has never been lived in, so there's no waste down there at all to create any stench.

Really? hey now, no, absolutely not, none of that, private flux... I was more referring to bigots, intolerant folk who must shove their beliefs down the throats of others, greedy individuals who exploit political office and power for personal financial goal, people who murder other people in the name of a religion which at it's core, kinda says you're not supposed to kill people, people who feel that they must have all the moneys, people who just don't listen no matter what, people who call other people monsters based on genetic heritage and then proceed to wipe them off the face of the earth while proclaiming their own race to be supreme, people who spread wars and rumors of wars just to watch the world burn, people who... Look, soldiers the list of people in this world who are more deserving of having animosity presented against them could go on and on. so just... none of that, you two.

^Wait, what's that about?

Regarding the concept of shipping, i honestly never care too much so long as the following are met: Both (or all) parties consent to it and are willing and the host is willing to allow it at all It is well paced, thought out, and written and doesn't end up as a sappy mess that makes me want to take my own sidearm and... It does not subvert the overall plot of the RP and remains to the background at all times ((IE, it should be seen, not heard... kinda like they used to say about children, same exact concept.)) If the host vetoes something, then it's vetoed and the Players involved respect that ordinance It doesn't have any "Romeo and Juliet" nonsense... cause just... no, soldiers, no. Back to the actual RP... yeah, no, I tried doing... that thing you people are, and just... no, screw it, I'd rather go and take the original visual inspiration I used for Arya and find something to base a transformation off of... in other words, I'd rather piece it together as I find things to incorporate. That, and... that right there simply pushes me too far outside of friendly lines (Comfort zone, soldiers...), and you don't want to get too far from friendly lines unless you've got an explicit plan to follow. And my plan doesn't have that written anywhere on here as part of the route, so... *Keeps moving*

Kenny "Hmph... how disappointing then. I honestly hoped it would look more like... those, over yonder-" Wind tracer nodded his head towards the various street lights illuminating the sloped way, their tiny yet vibrant fires dancing ever so elegantly. "Bottled fire, magic from the days of old...beautiful, fierce, fast and free, all of it waiting to be unleashed in some glorious burst of destruction and light... and nice to look at even besides... but this "Bottled Lighting" it's simply two bits of metal and a few sparks... how boring." He began to fixate on one of the nearer ones as he spoke infact. the flames reflected in his black pupils... he turned back to Ko'Luki, a look of mischief and reckless abandon there. "Actually, Loudman, why don't you get on my back, and I'll trot you over to one..." The implications needed not to be voiced. was stealing magic fire even a crime though?

Spark Alpha ((Aka, everyone whose PC name isn't Logan Walker or Lars Kaiser)) Infantry gave a weary glance back at his master as if to confirm the private's words. Surge just stood there for a moment, noticing the smashed capsules on the ground from even where he stood in the doorframe. He moved his hand to the holster on his leg, and within an instant, his side-arm was out with barrel to the earth as he crept over behind the fox's position. Infantry skidded out to the middle of the ice, heating his paws to melt the ice and stop himself just over top the manhole. He nudged his head downwards after a few more seconds of sniffing. "He's got their scent," He called back to the squad, all the while remaining vigilant as the Fire type began to cloak himself again, opening jaws wide towards the ice and going to work. "Remain at your positions, some of these capsules over here are done for, and god knows what was in them-" as if on cue he whirled on the ice to face north, barrel up and a single, deafening blast issuing down it's length, sending the tranq round out of the chamber and hurtling into the flesh of a Grizzly looking GAO. The beast crumpled and skidded along the ice mid charge, sliding right past Surge as he stepped out of the way on tractioned boot soles. "That's one..." he said, taking out an empty sphere from a pocket on his fatigues and tossing it over his shoulder at the bear, watching with a backwards glance as light engulfed and condensed it's bulky form before slamming shut within the new capsule. He looked over the scene again... Torn pieces of Mag-belt, put together probably making up two or so full ones. capsules to go along with it, eight in total, three fully intact, five nothing more than shards of machinery on the ground. A twisted M-16 lay on the opposite end of the scene- from the degree of warping, it was probably from a Psychic's attack... which bod ill indeed if they'd have to deal with one of those buggers running about free... Infantry gave a triumphant bark as the fire died around his maw and body, drawing the Staff Sergeant's attention to find the cover completely defrosted- and a fair amount of the pavement around it now nothing but scorched tar. He was about to retrieve the bent rifle to use as a crowbar- not daring to burn himself touching the steel directly, when Infantry simply stuck one clawed paw beneath the metal rim and lifted it with ease, letting the plate fall to it's opposite face and peering into the lit space below, giving a few whiffs... "Oh yeah, we've definitely found the trail," Surge said, turning his attention back to the alley, all the while keeping his gun at the ready for any more ferals... "Spark Alpha, get over here, and be quick about it- we've got sewers to check..."

Kenny "Uh huh..." Maximus replied, not really caring about the subject matter Ko'Luki went on. The answer seemed genuine enough though, so he guessed there was no real threat for the time being... there was still the matter of the Evochium piece, however. "Well, that's all well and good, but I've got an errand to finish, so I'll be seeing you." With that said he turned away and walked past the Man and his black steed, heading back down the street underneath those magicked lamps. before long it was only Ko'Luki standing there with his mount. But just because the Ekarder hadn't had any interest in his words, didn't mean someone else didn't... "I have two questions for you, loudman," Windtracer said after the other man had disappeared in the distance, turning to face his rider " One; What exactly is this "Bottled Lightning" you spoke of- and Two; would it make me fast as thunder instead of just fast as the wind like it's name makes me think it could?" ((That's your name in his eyes, by the way, soldier; Loudman- get used to it.))

Logan "Hey, don't you unleash that damn monkey in my store!" Achmed roared, diving from behind the counter to try to catch the little beast as it ran by on all fours, knocking over his young co-worker before reaching the door leading to the stock room and opening the handle with ease... "What's your problem, man?" the young fellow demanded as he got up and dusted himself off, casting aside the broken broom stick in his hand. "Look, thanks for your service and all that jaz, but why the hell do you have to come in here and make our jobs difficult?" He jabbed a finger at the back door, about to go on... before he noticed a bright light behind Logan through the glass doors. And the other soldier pressed against the surface on the other-side, shielding his eyes... "Damn! that's bright..." he said, shielding his own eyes now. "what the hell's going on here, what, are you two AWOL or something?"

Things are escalating, soldiers... it's gettin' good.

Spark Alpha "Clear!!" Surge ordered yet again as he and his men stood behind cover, guns at the ready. Without hesitation, Infantry followed what had become a monotonous routine so far and opened his mouth, hot bouts of combustion issuing forth and catching on his fur, turning the GAO into a literal Firefox. The next moment, a familiar roar came and the Fire Type charged forward, leaping into the air and turning his body to slam part of his side into the wooden slab in a hell-fire cloaked tackle that would've easily killed even the biggest and most resilient line backer with it's impact force alone. The door flew clean off it's hinges, as had all the other ones the team had breached and secured in the past hour... A bark came the darkness of the apartment building's back lobby, Infantry's fire giving off a hellish glow in the small utility hallway. Surge left his cover, dodging over to a nearby wall before trekking over crouched to the door . The Flareon extinguished his flames as his master peered into the door leading off from the side of the hall. Another bark came from Infantry after he gave a sniff of the air- confirming what Surge already suspected... they weren't here either. "That makes 15 buildings we've cleared," He said, returning through the narrow back door and out into to the alley way where his squad waited. "Still no sign of Walker or Kaiser anywhere... if I didn't know any better, I'd say they were captured by another CO at this point." Infantry was wandering away all the while. Nose to the ground, paws leading him out of the end of the alley way opposite to the one they'd entered through... and then he stopped, and was silent. The entire street glistened with a melting sheet of thick ice. Several capsules lay on the ground, the magnetic clips that should've secured them to belts destroyed and laying in scraps of metal on the frozen water. A few of them were smashed, a few intact. And visible beneath it all was a man hole cover. Logan and Lars ((AWOL)) "You think you can just up and go AWOL, Private?" A woman's voice asked as soon as Lars was standing in the parking lot. It was dark out, late, in fact. His entire vision was filled by nothing but the intense light shining before him. The sound of cars whizzing by on the road beyond was loud and clear, seemingly amplified by the pounding of his own heart as he found... he could not move. "Figured the war games were the perfect time to dessert and defect, didn't ya?" McCarthy and Rowan The General held up his hand before the screen, pausing the footage mid frame and zooming in by expanding the fingers of his balled fist outward. Rowan sat beside him at the other side of the desk, in a smaller and less regal chair than the old legend. McCarthy's office was rather spartan in nature. neutral colored walls all around, perimeter shaped like an hexagon. A US flag, complete with tassles so bright they may have well been spun gold sitting against the back wall behind his oak desk, just as bare as the decor. There was a table, long, rectangular, near the door with a map of the world emblazoned in full color on it's holo screen- focused currently on the south pacific. The carpet was by far the liveliest thing in the entire space, a patriotic red white and blue covering a portion of the floor, which the rest of was a strange marble or linoleum- Rowan honestly didn't know even though he'd been here years ago to see it being constructed... and to tie all the tidings of the office together, was a full portrait of george washington hanging behind the General's head, looking down with cold, unliving eyes at the scientist, taunting him, almost, telling him he does not belong in the office of a military man, that he should leave before he further dishonor the very pattern of the carpet his penny loathers rested upon...just like it always did when he was in here. "The crest is a Gyarados." McCarthy said simply, the screen created a red box around the bird's eye view footage in the area he was referring to. Rowan shook his head briefly, shoving away the unease the damn painting had always given him. He turned his attention to the red boxed area on screen, seeing precisely what the General was speaking of. McCarthy hit play again. The Crest whipped into life on screen, writhing a bit as it rose higher from the waves. And then more started to come, and they two had become boxed in bold red like a targeting system. "How was the footage obtained?" Rowan asked, noticing the perspective of the camera lens... "Unarmed recon drone," McCarthy said. "Was in the south pacific to help the Malaysian government find a rather classified bit of cargo they lost... cargo that Uncle Sam would very much like to have back where it belongs- out of the hands of russians." "Russians? Really? I was unaware that the cold war had started yet again." "Oh you'd be surprised, professor. We've been watching them for months and months now, our best and finest intel officers are running around moscow and feeding us everything the regimes plotting." "And I was also unaware the GAOWP-" "Genomic Weapons Corp, Professor. The name is official now." "That the GWC had it's own fully functional intelligence corps with agents in foreign lands. I'm assuming the president hasn't been notified about this yet?" "Hell yes he hasn't." McCarthy paused the footage yet again, this time making another gesture with his hand and turning the whole screen dark. "Ever since the reorganization, I'm technically the head of the entire Corps given the Land Division holds supremecy- ergo, all intelligence gathered by it goes through me before it ever reaches the oval office." "What are you waiting for then?" Rowan demanded. "This is proof worthy enough to declare war over, the russians sunk the Black Nexus, spilled american blood in international waters. The world can't stand by and bitch and moan if we decide to duke it out over this- we're fully justified." "You know that, I know that... and President Sho'kun knows that as well." McCarthy said, sighing. "And you're a damn fool if you think the man's not going to pounce with this, I've gotten word he held a meeting with NATO representatives just earlier this morning and tried to convince them to sign on with him. They refused, but it's only a temporary one- they want evidence..." "Your logic completely escapes me." "Russia is not a bear to be trifled with," McCarthy said pointedly. "Before we go to war, we need to weaken them, reduce the pool of manpower they've managed to maintain thanks to annexing sovereign states left and right like it's imperial Europe... or at the very least, destroy some of the control it has over said manpower. and I have just the plan to do so. And by tomorrow at 06:00 hundred hours, it'll be done. And then I'll pick up this phone here and I'll tell the President what he needs to hear and hand it all over." "This is either incredibly patriotic of you," Rowan remarked... "Or incredibly treasonous and insubordinate. what's your little plot to "Reduce the bear's power" then?" McCarthy chuckled darkly. He rose from his chair and peered out of the window against the west wall, looking out at the base, hands crossed behind his back as the sunlight trickled in and illuminated his features... "The head of the Russian Military is an absolute showboating fucktard" He said. "We're in a position to strike hard, and Assassination via injecting Air into an IV line... is near undetectable." All Rowan's eyes did... was look on in confusion. "How far along is PC-006?" was the next thing to come out of McCarthy's mouth... "We'll be needing it... soon."

Kenny "The boy called it evochium," Maximus said, looking down curiously at the stone and just now noticing it's luminescence. "I was told that the closer it gets to the metal Muinnat, the stronger it's color becomes-" He gave Ko'Luki the once over, noting the various tools on the man's person, the fusil, the crossbow, among other things, and especially the bag- he'd seen his type plenty of times before back home "Aren't you an Alchemist, though?" He asked, a bit guarded... something wasn't adding up here.... "One who spends all day toiling with stone and metal, nonstop, all year? So why am I explaining rocks to you then?" he honestly didn't want to have to deal with an imposter or any more mind fuckery, all things considered tonight, but if he had to...

"That, is what, my dear watson," Ethic said snidely, nodding to Rose and taking the opportunity to snatch the knife out of Marcus's possession, blade-first, cloaking his own hand in life force as if he were conjuring his life saber in order to avoid being cut as he grasped the cold steel. No point in allowing a confirmed future enemy one more weapon right? in fact, Ethic kinda wanted to frisk the bastard and just take everything, but... She has a point, might as well put some distance between me and this psycho. "Remember, The black shores of Dis... If they're going to attack like I think...," He remarked cryptically as he turned and began walking away from the paralyzed killer. He opened the door and gave one last glance, stowing the man's knife in his belt now. He gave a slight smile as he recalled his conversation with the unlikeliest hitman in the world earlier. "Cannibals always get their due, remember that... Gareth." And then he was gone, slamming the door shut and taking off down the hall to fully capitalize on the time he had...

Private Typh has already said it best. 'sides, sergeant, I have a hard time seeing how anyone could possibly hate you of all people, when the amount of other folks out there who deserve it so much more... is too damn high. anyways, like these two said, take it easy and move us forward on your own time. I'll keep these Cadets patient for ya.

eh, I'll fix it... EDIT: Done.

I'm honestly trying, but I think at the end of the day, in certain situations, there's just a genuinely pessimistic young woman deep down inside beneath the outward shell of relative calm and empathy... I can feel it in my soul, soldiers, like she's got a lot to say to certain people, but holds her tongue too damn much even as in her mind she's just hauling off against them... and then she feels conflicted because, while true, those people have no right to act like that, is that still in and of itself not hypocrisy on some scale? and then, she just doesn't know the answer, and so, after a while, she just gets tired of it and starts lying to and telling herself that she doesn't understand why people do the mean shit they do, to avoid... well, all of that logic looping, and it's just a self-perpetuating cycle at disgust of the actions of others, a staunch refusal to voice that qualm most of the time to their face, or at all, and then... ya get the picture. That's what I'm feeling her little "Game" is about and portrays on some level or other.... And you know what though, soldiers? hell, still lighter than any of my other characters even despite it all, so...Lt. Surge 1, haha!