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- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
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- 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!
Training Arena for the physically challenged
The future and beyond
Totostronk @DoughGuy @Kitt @AiDee @Voltin
Iphie had expected a difficult challenge, but what Toto was throwing at them at this moment was nothing short of a nightmare. They went full in. So much for easing into training, huh? Almost immediately into the one hour exercise, a hail of bullets began to rain down upon Iphie and company, so much that it seemed like she was in a World War One battlefield.
Fortunately, the moves were telegraphed in the forms of lights similar to laser sights, so there was opportunity to dodge, and boy, did Iphie dodge. This part of the exercise felt like a combination of hardcore dodgeball and a Touhou game with easier openings. With this in mind, she performed admirably in this task, diving, backstepping, retreating, sprinting, and jumping her way to (relative) safety, simply to be met with a curt "Good" and "Great job," before being shooed back to the starting line. But despite her initial successes in dodging, she was tiring fast; the British girl simply did not have the stamina for a prolonged exercise like this. Her initial success was quickly looking like the first and last. She was a high school student and a network security analyst, not a member of bloody SEAL Team 6.
Quickly enough, she started getting hit, a lot. Thankfully, not enough to eat dirt; she would be very unhappy if she was getting dusted the fuck up. After much continued failure, at the half-hour mark Iphie noted Gototo had come up with an ingenious strategy: kick up dust to create a cloud to impair targeting. She grabbed a fistful herself; her other hand still held the rifle. Taking advantage of the boy, she came up behind him, using his own cloud to save her own energy. Copying his tactic, she was able to reach the twenty meter point, but suddenly the crowd revealed itself once again, this time booing, and throwing garbage at the trainees. Iphie initially disregarded this debris as they bounced off the others,, but a mere moment later, Gototo was felled by a seemingly harmless piece of trash, which produced a muttered expletive from the British girl. Throwing her handful of sand, she made a sprint for the remaining twenty meters, batting away at garbage with her rifle like a baseball bat. The sheer volume was a bit much; she ended missing half the trash aimed at her, but the seemingly silly tactic was working; she felt a heavy clank against the rifle that could only be assumed to be a hidden weapon. With a meter to go, she dived at the terminal alongside Rini, yelling "safe!" That made two for the Iphie success count.
With that tricked used up, she was subjected to more madness for the next thirty minutes. But towards the end the hour, Iphie had an idea of her own. Taking use of one of the lulls in firing, she recovered her stamina before making another almost route dodge-and-dash towards the terminal. This time, she had sand in her hand again, but it was raised. Tilting the PTC towards the sun, she caught the glare on the device and aimed it at her assailants to blind and hinder their fire. Closing in and batting away, she threw the sand when the angle was off, and with a final burst, reached the terminal again. Three for the Iphie success count.
And that was it. An hour was up, and Iphie was an aching, sore, and tired mess, with only three breakthroughs to show for it. She could really use a nice glass of water right now.
Ice. Cold. Water.
She nodded as fervently as her tiredness allowed her at Gotou's request, before mirroring it herself.
"Gototo has it right. Some refreshments would really be nice right now."
The future and beyond
Totostronk @DoughGuy @Kitt @AiDee @Voltin
Iphie had expected a difficult challenge, but what Toto was throwing at them at this moment was nothing short of a nightmare. They went full in. So much for easing into training, huh? Almost immediately into the one hour exercise, a hail of bullets began to rain down upon Iphie and company, so much that it seemed like she was in a World War One battlefield.
Fortunately, the moves were telegraphed in the forms of lights similar to laser sights, so there was opportunity to dodge, and boy, did Iphie dodge. This part of the exercise felt like a combination of hardcore dodgeball and a Touhou game with easier openings. With this in mind, she performed admirably in this task, diving, backstepping, retreating, sprinting, and jumping her way to (relative) safety, simply to be met with a curt "Good" and "Great job," before being shooed back to the starting line. But despite her initial successes in dodging, she was tiring fast; the British girl simply did not have the stamina for a prolonged exercise like this. Her initial success was quickly looking like the first and last. She was a high school student and a network security analyst, not a member of bloody SEAL Team 6.
Quickly enough, she started getting hit, a lot. Thankfully, not enough to eat dirt; she would be very unhappy if she was getting dusted the fuck up. After much continued failure, at the half-hour mark Iphie noted Gototo had come up with an ingenious strategy: kick up dust to create a cloud to impair targeting. She grabbed a fistful herself; her other hand still held the rifle. Taking advantage of the boy, she came up behind him, using his own cloud to save her own energy. Copying his tactic, she was able to reach the twenty meter point, but suddenly the crowd revealed itself once again, this time booing, and throwing garbage at the trainees. Iphie initially disregarded this debris as they bounced off the others,, but a mere moment later, Gototo was felled by a seemingly harmless piece of trash, which produced a muttered expletive from the British girl. Throwing her handful of sand, she made a sprint for the remaining twenty meters, batting away at garbage with her rifle like a baseball bat. The sheer volume was a bit much; she ended missing half the trash aimed at her, but the seemingly silly tactic was working; she felt a heavy clank against the rifle that could only be assumed to be a hidden weapon. With a meter to go, she dived at the terminal alongside Rini, yelling "safe!" That made two for the Iphie success count.
With that tricked used up, she was subjected to more madness for the next thirty minutes. But towards the end the hour, Iphie had an idea of her own. Taking use of one of the lulls in firing, she recovered her stamina before making another almost route dodge-and-dash towards the terminal. This time, she had sand in her hand again, but it was raised. Tilting the PTC towards the sun, she caught the glare on the device and aimed it at her assailants to blind and hinder their fire. Closing in and batting away, she threw the sand when the angle was off, and with a final burst, reached the terminal again. Three for the Iphie success count.
And that was it. An hour was up, and Iphie was an aching, sore, and tired mess, with only three breakthroughs to show for it. She could really use a nice glass of water right now.
Ice. Cold. Water.
She nodded as fervently as her tiredness allowed her at Gotou's request, before mirroring it herself.
"Gototo has it right. Some refreshments would really be nice right now."
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Wallet
An Android smartphone with a Gilgamesh lanyard. It's a dud.
Jeweled Headband – Unequipped
Letter Opener – Blood in reservoir
Jeweled Money Clip - Worn, attached to sleeve cuff
Comms Earrings - In Pocket
Flower Pin - In pocket
Blue armor
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Bloody nothing
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Black Skirt
White button down shirt
Black thighhighs
