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- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
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- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- I'm online most evenings on a regular basis. If you message me, I'll probably see your PM within a day tops, or you can find me on Discord under Click This#5640 --Just message me if you're from Iwaku so there aren't any misunderstandings!
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
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- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- I'm a massive fan of any genre that puts my characters in a fish out of the water scenario. This can be time travel, isekai, or even an epic journey type of story. If it's in an anime style, you've got my full and undivided attention.
I'm generally game with most fantasy genres, although my preference is skewed towards high fantasy and historical fantasy. Also, steampunk. Depending on the type of roleplay, modern and sci-fi roleplays are good with me as well. In terms of settings for historical roleplays, I love seeing stories set in the Roman republic or empire, the age of sail, the Victorian era, WWI, WWII, the Cold War, and the early information era, although I might tend to play fast and loose with some historical accuracy in favor of plots and characters.
Naturally though, if the plot's awesome enough, the genre probably won't matter too much!
\\ Juniper Hamilton
\\ Team III
Their ambush went smoothly.
Sneaking in behind the two men, the distracted guards were swiftly taken out by the two seraphim operatives. Patting down their bodies, the raven-haired girl quickly found and retrieved the keys to the back of the vehicle. Working quickly, she had the metal doors open and the entire team crammed inside in a matter of moments. Making sure the knocked out guards wouldn't be waking up again anytime soon, Juniper had them bundled into the back of the armored car.
There was little time to spare; from her position at the front, Juniper could see the vehicles in the compound already starting up and becoming under way. She quickly keyed her own mic. "Bravo team, heads up. You've got a dozen armored personnel carriers headed your way." A pause; she squinted as a group men approached the single MBT parked near the departing vehicles. If it got out towards the second squad, the mission would be absolutely screwed. "A fucking tank too. Standby, we'll see if we can deal with it here." Having alerted her comrades, she turned back to the interior of the truck.
"Alright. Let's see what we've got. Don't spend time gawking, and cut the unnecessary small talk." The squad leader threw a sharp glare at Aresia, the sole offender.
Throwing up tarps and popping open boxes, Juniper helped search for anything that could make up a meaningful disguise. There were weapons, tools, and supplies, all useful things in their own right, but nothing important for the mission. It was only when Rubel pulled open a worn cardboard box that there was a miracle discovery of several sets of CLERIC body armor. "Good job, Brother. Who the hell stores these things in a truck?" Wasting no time in donning one herself over her military-style windbreaker, Juniper fancied herself looking enough like a CLERIC officer for a brief inspection. She motioned towards the two knocked out guards. "Corvus, Brother, if their gear fits you, take those as well. Chaos, put on some of that armor and stay in the back. We might need your power if our cover's immediately blown. Oh, and do something about that tank when we get there, will you?" She stuck a cigarette in her mouth, but in the chaos of hurried preparation, it stayed unlit.
Once everybody was ready, Juniper took the driver's seat. She fumbled with the clutch for a bit; the Seraphim officer was a bit rusty with manual, but the red truck soon rumbled at speed into view of the compound entrance. Taking an urgent affectation with her voice, she thrusted an arm out the window with a forged CLERIC ID from a lanyard.
"No time! The Square is under attack!" She gestured her arm forward crazily, the ID badge flopping along with it as she continued past the security checkpoint without stopping. She drove right on, finally parking the red truck next to the sole remaining APC in the lot.
"Red Romeo 7, what the fuck was that!?" The CB radio crackled to life in protest.
It was a good thing that Brother worked his magic just as that happened. As well aimed pellets incapacitated the soldiers in the vehicles next to them, Juniper hammed up the theatrics for the CLERIC radio. "What the fuck? Do you fucking see we're under attack!? I'll take responsibility for this later!" Done with the radio, she dropped the radio set. On her own earpiece, the chaos of the ongoing battle filtered through to her, but she ignored it for now. With the remaining enemies in the lot either incapacitated or distracted, now was the time to make their play for their target. "Alright. If they bought it, the attention should be off us and on the drones. Make those things annoying as you can for them. We're taking the APC. Chaos, can you blow the top off that tank?" Juniper considered the tank mission-killed, but it never actually hurt to blow the turret off if they had the chance do so—the risk otherwise was still too high.
Juniper finally gestured towards the truck's back door.
"Let's go."