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Thread: Co-writing and OOC chat.

Forbidden Fruit said Quix said I like my privacy, and respect that of others Click to expand... I'm insecure about sharing identity information online on BMR, so this is a deterrent for me to 'socialize'. Sometimes I worry too much about sounding bitchy and saying 'no', so I just ignore the question , Click to expand... Personally, I've no interest in cyber, or delving into private details, and I've a couple of friends who I've been talking to for almost two years, where we have good conversations, but I know virtually nothing about in 'real-life, and others where I know more. I have my own boundaries as to what I'll share depending on comfort levels, and won't pry into others lives, but I'm also aware that's not always the case, so I can understand the hesitation. This thread just did remind me of an amusing situation, where I was approached by someone who'd taken offence to my RT, but wanted to write with me anyway. I think her exact words, following a few insults, were, I don't have to like the person I'm writing with, when then asking if I'd be interested in a collaboration, which I didn't exactly take as a great sign for a potential successful partnership, so I politely declined.
Thread: Co-writing and OOC chat.

Yes. Absolutely. I agree with you, DA. I think OOC is essential in the development and survival of the roleplay. Open communication is key, like in any relationship, to keep the dynamic rolling. Not only between partners but between characters. I take a LOT of risks when I write. I consider myself to be pretty edgy at times with the plot twists and ideas I present, but I'm also very open-minded and if my writing did not lead into a direction my partner had in mind, we usually just discuss our two ideas and find a way to make them mesh and work together. It always makes for extremely complex and dynamic pairings and plotlines that are AMAZING and so full of life and adventure. I love it! My biggest pet peeve is a partner who does not actively communicate. And although I've been guilty of this in the past, in recent months I've really reformed my way of playing to make it more inclusive of my partner and OOC. It's a real game-changer. However, no one is perfect. Sometimes OOC and having a friendship with your roleplay partner can interfere. For example, I'm friends with a lot of my partners and BMR friends on Skype. I do find sometimes it can interfere with the motivation to reply, or if there is an argument that has arisen offline BMR, it can affect drive for the roleplay. As shitty as that is. I'm human. But, you have to find the right balance, I suppose.
Thread: Fantasy Mercs

This is something I like and approve of. So Broom, how many individuals are you looking for with this? Also will you be running a character or taking more of a DM role?
Thread: Fantasy Mercs

Probably take the mercenary leader, honestly. I might consider a DM role but I think for a more coherent point A to point B structure, it'd help to have a leader person. And as I mentioned above, probably 4-5? I dunno, really. I think that would be my limit.
Thread: Fantasy Mercs

I might brush the dust off my postings here with this. Do consider me interested enough to be involved.
Thread: Fantasy Mercs

Had an intense inkling for combat for a while now, so color me intrigued for this idea at the very least. Also I presume to an extent depending where the story progresses more characters via NPC status will be available. Example the player characters each being given the responsibility if their talents and demeanor are worthy of such in a role of some leadership.
Thread: Fantasy Mercs

It's quite possible to do so, yes, but it wasn't really my thought in terms of moving things forward. It would give some minor sense of scale to the whole affair, but it wasn't something I was particularly leaning on. A lot of what I'd like to focus on are the work being done, which would vary from full scale combat to political maneuvering and everything inbetween, which would be against humanoids and monsters alike.
Thread: Fantasy Mercs

This would do very well for me as a start on this forum. I would like to join, if at all possible.
Thread: Fantasy Mercs

Plenty of room, really. My initial thoughts lean more towards DQEarly FF for a general base of atmosphere, which doesn't really exclude much in terms of...anything, although not everyone is a fan of those particular ascetics. They're fairly generic, so perhaps easily workable if I can find proper frames of reference for the kind of vibe I'm looking for. So really, anything that is in the vein of Toriyama's work is a great start. To that end, I'm sure races will be a thing, but the racial tension might not be a present need considering that this is a mercenary company and since I'm playing the leader person, I don't give a fuck, but there might be some somewhere else, who knows. As for actual characters, I'll probably pull from a rulebook or two to maintain some sense of balance, the rest is just going to be trust.
Thread: Fantasy Mercs

And here I was thinking more Amano due to the Final Fantasy aspect. That man has such a whimsy for his art style. So multiple species are a given, what are we looking for in a political make up of a setting? Points of light with city states providing civilisation in a sea of untamed wilderness? Something a little more built up?
Thread: Fantasy Mercs

Politically speaking, I was thinking two sides locked in a war. Except the war hasn't done really anything for the past few years except stagnate and lock on the battle lines. Mercenary groups have become needed simply due to the dwindling capability to manage their own war, to say nothing of the fact that aside from a war, there's legit monsters to deal with. Dukes deal with personal regional affairs and the growing discontent of how things are heading, and it's really just a big ol' time for anyone to make some mad cash.
Thread: Fantasy Mercs

I'll put myself forward as interested. Were you thinking of a similar tone and aesthetic for this world as is found in those early FF games? Or did you plan to trend towards either side of the light-hearteddark and gritty scale?
Thread: Fantasy Mercs

Kind of the middle, really. Morally grey mercenary work is about highs and lows. Complicated jobs are complicated, simple jobs might be as simple or more complicated. It really just depends on the situation at hand, ultimately though, it's about doing work to get paid, progressively speaking, nothing may change at all as a turn of events, this is just one mercenary group who will only have a smaller part in the wider events.
Thread: Fantasy Mercs

Broom I have read about your influences, but this does constitute a question. How is technology regarded within the confines of this world? For example typically most setting even in fantasy to a degree utilize the Middle Ages as a default reference for technological progress barring anything enchanted by magic. The Renaissance period if enabled could led itself though still expensive and exotic forms of technology like the printing press, mechanical clocks popular to engineered into clockwork devices, Gunpowder via artillery and flintlocks, eye glasses, flushing toilets, etc. Get the point. Anything beyond is almost modernized. Nonetheless I am curious for that could affect my character concept slightly in an intriguing way naturally. Seeing as you are facilitating this world and by extension leading it, what is the starting reputation of this group? Though I imagine it has yet to be fleshed out what is this leader of yours like to perhaps get a better idea of the type of people within his circle. Said moral gray area with the true complexities of how mercs truly work, like what principles does he follow which might be emulated within his group? Certain discussions can be made for that overtime..more or less curious as I admit the broad stroke of my concept is a man whom was raised as a child soldier, something this group as a whole might not support as a legit recruitment tactic.
Thread: Fantasy Mercs

Color me interested, one question though do you except everyone to play as a human or can we mix and match so eleves, Dwarves or dragons?
Thread: Fantasy Mercs

Honestly, the early modern era was the height of mercenary grand companies before the state began to solidify it's powers and nations became less feudal and closer to their modern forms.
Thread: Fantasy Mercs

I'd be extremely interested in this, I like the idea and the setting but I see you already have the amount of players you were looking to obtain. If you need an extra, or possibly someone to take a role as a villain to be defeated and or dispatched I would be interested in that as well.
Thread: Fantasy Mercs

You had me at Final Fantasy-esque. I'll gladly get involved in this given space. Disclaimer you had me at Final Fantasy-esque, I still however read the whole OP.
Thread: Fantasy Mercs

I'll have to figure out just how many people I'm immediately comfortable with, really. I'll be throwing out what I have for the setting and how to actually craft a character here sometime soon.
Thread: Fantasy Mercs

Worse case scenario it comes down to who fits after you give a certain criteria for the mercenaries. Again worse case..I suggest 7 max.
Thread: Fantasy Mercs

We could have a limit on max people on a mission in one thread, and down time for the others in another thread. Or work from a home base.
Thread: Fantasy Mercs

I'll see, I'm not too sure how to work in multiple threads, I'd prefer something singular and unified, but I'll worry about that once I get the proper details formulated and interest is still there.
Thread: Fantasy Mercs

Yo, I'm interested in this. Very probably with a black mage who has a penchant for fire magic that has rendered him entirely hairless over the years as he's practiced, but he is now more than competent with. Or something. We'll see when you post more on how to create a character.
Thread: Fantasy Mercs

Ugh, now I wanna do time mage. I'm stuck between the same damn conundrum in FF Explorers. He'd be a real boon to the team too. Black mage and Time mage are both so awesome in concept to me.
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Thread: craving this RP

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Thread: craving this RP

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Thread: craving this RP

i am a loving father of two very beautiful girls and a bautiful wife. we have always had a wild side and loved the idea of a little girl crawling into our bed with us. when you started dressing like my girls, i knew i had to have you. tonight we plan a nice dinner for our little girl and offer you some wine... tonight wil be the night.
Thread: craving this RP

Nature Girl said anthoywhite said i am a loving father of two very beautiful girls and a bautiful wife. we have always had a wild side and loved the idea of a little girl crawling into our bed with us. when you started dressing like my girls, i knew i had to have you. tonight we plan a nice dinner for our little girl and offer you some wine... tonight wil be the night. Click to expand... I can be a loving mother, wife andor daughter to compliment father and our new daughter as the wild side is explored. Want to brainstorm a three writer RP? This could be fun! Click to expand... yes this would be very fun for us, does our third like this idea?? my mommy helping to seduce our little girl. so sexy...
Thread: craving this RP

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Thread: Superheroine romance (superheroinevengeance, casketslinger)

Zoe took the mayor to the ground with unbelievable quick reflexes. She held his head down as the bullets passed over them. The statue was shot to pieces but worse, most of the officials over seeing the event were shot fatally. Zoe had experienced a lot in her short time as a heroine but this was the first true taste of a battle ground and its carnage. It was disturbing and rattled her. When the storm of bullets finally stopped, she looked around in disbelief! She knew this had to be her fault somehow even though it was not. Zoe felt a burning sensation on her right arm. She looked to see where a bullet had only grazed her arm. It looked like a cut from a knife. She took a deep sigh of relief, it could have been so much worse. Mayor Edwards, are you... She looked down to see her chest covered in blood. She started to frantically feel over her body to find where she had been shot but there was no bullet holes. The blood was not hers. She took in a deep breath before she looked down. The mayor's eyes were glassed over. He had taken a bullet to the heart before Zoe could take him to the ground. No! She cried out as she checked for a pulse but could not find one on his neck or wrist. Damn it! No! She yelled out as she started CPR on him but he was already gone. HELP! She called out. Behind her was a commotion, but she had not noticed anything. Her focus was set on the mayor. The gun shots from the cops faded into the panic from the crowd as they rushed to get away from the scene. When this hulking man did reach the stage, Zoe was a bit clueless to him. He's going for the mayor! A cop yelled as he shot again. Zoe turned just in time to see the massive figure eclipse her body from above. Her eyes opened wide, as she prepared for him to attack her but he was already within striking distance. Even at her quickest, it would be hard to block to dodge anything he tried to do.
Thread: Superheroine romance (superheroinevengeance, casketslinger)

Clint wasn't thinking about anything other than the girl, he could see blood on her but could assess the damage in all the commotion. He simply reached down and grabbed her about the waist picking up her tiny form under his arm and leapt off the stage with her. He could see Ramirez making his way to his own waiting car which meant it was time to go. Luckily the cops didn't fire on him, although he was sure it was because they didn't want to hit the girl. Clint ran at full speed for the car with the other armed henchmen in it. He could see them shaking their head 'no' as he approached, knowing full well there wasn't any room for him, let alone the girl but he didn't care. Clint reached the car and jerked the door open but one of the henchmen tried waving him off. No you big moron! we weren't supposed to kidnap anyone! What the hell are you doing? He screamed. Clint ignored him and pushed his way into the car even though the henchman was trying to push him out. Eventually Clint could hear the police coming up behind him and knew he had to do something or he was gonna get caught. He reached in and grabbed the henchman by the suit jacket and headbutted the man in the face, his steel hard head smashing the guys nose and knocking him out. Clint yanked him out of the car and pulled Zoe into the backseat with him. GO! GO! GO! Clint screamed and although the other henchmen were pissed that he just left one of their own for the cops, none of them wanted to get caught either. The driver punched the accelerator and the car took off at high speed. Clint could see the girl struggling and panicked and did his best to sooth her. Shhhh its gonna be ok, I won't let anyone hurt you. He leaned in close an whispered into her ear, taking in the mixture of anxiety ridden sweat and sweet smell of whatever perfume she was wearing. Little did he know that he'd just kidnapped America's sweetheart.
Thread: Superheroine romance (superheroinevengeance, casketslinger)

Zoe screamed as she was gathered up by the monster of a man. Hey... What the! She yelled out, unsure what was going on as her feet dangled from the ground. She pushed at his arm. Let me go! She said calmly, when she should have been in a total panic. Stop! She cried out again as the police started to aim there guns. Stop! Detective Benson yelled out as he seen Zoe in the man's arms. You'll hit her! He said as he took off in a chase after him. The police force started to gather but they were too late! They seen as the henchman was tossed from the car and quickly surrounded him. Get him, we need information! He ordered. Inside the car, Zoe was able to catch her breath. What do you want? She said with a trembling voice, she was terrified at the moment. She had no clue who these guys were or why they had attacked her. Please... Don't hurt me! She asked, though it was a bit of an act. She looked over the men, it was not hard for her to realize she was not suppose to be there. She looked back at the one that grabbed her, her heart racing. Why did you kidnap me? Why did you kill those people? She asked. Meanwhile at the park, the news media had picked up on what happened. They were covering Zoe being kidnapped. The boss, Eddy, watched from his private Lemo. It was a lot of attention being brought to his originzation.
Thread: Superheroine romance (superheroinevengeance, casketslinger)

Why did you kidnap me? Why did you kill those people? Zoe asked. Hurting people is rarely ever a personal thing, they were just in the wrong place as the wrong time, I suppose. And I didn't kidnap you, I rescued you from being shot to death! Clint answered but was cut off by the henchman in the passenger seat. Shut that bitch up, Knuckleduster! He yelled out as he searched the rear-view mirror for cops following them, there were none that he could see so he hoped they'd escaped. Head toward the club, make sure you parking in the underground garage. He told the driver. Clint reached up and gently slid his hand around Zoe's mouth, trying not to hurt her with his steel hard grasp. Just be quiet we'll be safe soon enough, then we can talk! Clint whispered in her ear again and this time took a much deeper whiff of her golden blond hair. He hoped she didn't notice the growing bulge in his pants. The car careened into the underground garage and came to a screeching halt. The henchmen disembarked from the vehicle and Knuckleduster got out holding Zoe in his big arms. Well good fucking job stupid! You got one of our guys captured and you've brought a newsworthy hostage back to the Club....Boss Ramirez is gonna be fucking pissed at you, i'm not taking any fucking blame for this man... this shit is all on you, you big dumb galoot! The lead henchman scolded Clint. It'll be fine, and get your fucking finger out of my face before I break it off! Clint replied levelly. The henchman didn't keep his finger up. Clint strode up the stairs with Zoe and walked into one of the back rooms in the club He found a large comfortable chair and set her down into it. His big strong hands rubbing her form, chest, legs, back and ass, to make sure she wasn't too badly injured. The blood on her blouse was obviously from the mayor but it appeared that her arm had been grazed by one of the bullets. Don't move! He ordered her in a gruff voice and then walked over to the bar and got a cloth to bandage her arm. He also grabbed some rope in order to bind her to the chair. Clint knew that the other henchmen were probably right, the Boss was gonna be pissed when he got back to the club and he was probably going to get tuned up for this little indiscretion.
Thread: Superheroine romance (superheroinevengeance, casketslinger)

Zoe remained quite, she was smart enough to take in any information they were more than happy to share while they bickered between each other. The part that stood out the most to her was a name, Ramirez! She knew there was tons of people with the name Ramirez in the city but they kept talking about a club! That narrows it down big time for her, but it was nothing more than a lead. Zoe did not struggle as they carried her to the room and placed her into the seat. She watched carefully, almost pretending not to be there as they continued to bicker and fuss. If anyone was using there head, they might have noticed how calm she was for someone who was just kidnapped from a war zone. She did not struggle as they tied her up, she could get free if she needed or wanted. Her limberness was a big help in such situations. The big one though, seemed like a gentle giant who maybe did not want to hurt her. His gentleness and kind nature was throwing her off. He was not like any goon she had ever came across. She felt the ropes go tight around her as the others left them alone in the room. She watched him, for a moment she tried to figure out what to say. This man, there had to be something more at play here than what met the eye. What's your name? Zoe asked softly as he wrapped the ropes around her again. I know its not knuckleduster! That's just a nick name. What's your real name? She was pushing for whatever information she could find. Why did you kid nap me? She tried to stretch her neck around as he tied the ropes behind her back. You don't want to hurt me do you? She said, her voice calm but more importantly, sweet. She was not mad, she was not scared. She might have been uneasy but this was not new to her but yet, this giant gave her a sense of security. Why did you kidnap me? Your friends said I wasn't suppose to here? She tested the strength of the rope once he was done. Wait... what are you doing? She asked as he started to fill over her body. She prepared herself mental for a possible sexual assault. Her heart raced as he started to roam over her. Don't... touch me! She stuttered but soon she realized he was not groping or rubbing. She started to calm again, though she was trembling just a bit. Let me go, please! She asked softly, hoping she would appeal to his humane side that was showing. All she could get out of him was the order not to move. She watched as he started to bandage that arm. She for some reason started to feel more secure and safe around him, like he was King Kong and she was his jewel of the island. Thank you... She said as he finished wrapping the cut. Your really sweet! She said with a shy smile. Your not like the rest of them are you?
Thread: Superheroine romance (superheroinevengeance, casketslinger)

Zoe watched as Clint left the room, but she was surprised when no one came into the room to guard her. Too easy... She laughed to herself as she started to work on the knots, every little twist of her body made them more and more loose. She was nearly free when she heard the door open and Clint stepped back inside. She stopped, as if she had not been trying to get loose. Back so soon? She said, her tone of voice flirted with being seductive but she thought using this man in such a way could back fire. He seemed to have a kind heart that could turn on her if hurt. Please Clint! She said trying to plead with his humanity once again. You have to help me out of here! Whoever your boss is, he will kill me! She warned though he probably already knew that was a possibility. They won't like me knowing about there operation, I'm a loose end! She continued to talk and talk, knowing at some point she would break through to him as he walked toward her to retrieve her. He would be able to tell right away the ropes were loosened, nearly completely untied. He took a deep breath as she watched him, thinking he might retaliate against her. Sorry... She whimpered softly at him. He jerked the ropes from her and helped her up. Most would have tried to pull her arm out of socket as they jerked her to her feet, but not him. He was a gentleman. Where are we going? She asked as the started to lead her out of the door. Sometimes she was too smart for her own good. She looked over the henchmen lining the hall way as he lead her toward a doorway in the back. He wants to see me doesn't he! He looked up at him, jerking her arm some to test just how strong Clint was. Please... you can't let him hurt me! She said again to him, the first signs of fear she had shown. He opened the door and lead her in. She stopped as she looked at the desk. The Latino man was busy crushing out a cigar. Clint lead Zoe to a chair. She watched as he let go of her. She looked at the seat for a moment and lowered herself into it. Please... I just want to go home! She pleaded softly, trying to avoid making a huge scene out of the moment. I won't say a word about anything I heard! I swear!