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Thread: Mahou Shoujo Gundam.

RE Mahou Shoujo Gundam. Magical girl Gundam rp. Maybe something simple then? Like... In the distant future, humanity has set their sights on the galaxy beyond. They constructed a space station capable of emitting a wormhole intended to send humans beyond the reach of conventional travel methods. However, upon trying to use the wormhole relay, they discovered that it wasn't a way out of earth's influence... It was a way in! Kaiju, large monstrous beings, poured forth, and they were not friendly. The armies of humankind were not enough to drive back the threat, let alone close the portal. Thus, it was up to mankind's last hope a squadron of specially-enhanced weapons known as... Mahou Gundams. Insert anime opening here. Of course, that'd be more Pacific Rim than gundam, but if we wanted to fight monster girls... XD
Thread: Mahou Shoujo Gundam.

RE Mahou Shoujo Gundam. Magical girl Gundam rp. Id be down for this! I love kancolle an how they have human form but with the mechanized parts on them POI! Heheheh. I like OneNightNinjas idea the whole wormhole for travel becomes a portal of enemies to get through, perhaps multiple tears in space have caused many of them which is why they are using the Mahou Gundams?
Thread: Mahou Shoujo Gundam.

RE Mahou Shoujo Gundam. Magical girl Gundam rp. This is weird enough to catch my interest. I'm down for it.
Thread: Mahou Shoujo Gundam.

RE Mahou Shoujo Gundam. Magical girl Gundam rp. This seems like a pretty cool idea. Actually, as an idea for the plot, maybe something else appeared with the wormholes. A data cashe of Gundams and Mobile Suits from all the timelines. While lacking the ability to fully build then, they were able to link them to young women who could don the suits like armor as a means to fight back.
Thread: Mahou Shoujo Gundam.

RE Mahou Shoujo Gundam. Magical girl Gundam rp. Did Gundams ever fight giant monsters? I haven't seen all of them w but that does get me some what of an idea.
Thread: Mahou Shoujo Gundam.

RE Mahou Shoujo Gundam. Magical girl Gundam rp. No, Gundam is always more politically-focused, showing the viciousness of war and the clashing of morally gray ideologies through hot mech-on-mech action, angsty teens, and exploding space stations.
Thread: Mahou Shoujo Gundam.

RE Mahou Shoujo Gundam. Magical girl Gundam rp. Oh. Well I might have something up eventually too tired now to do any writing
Thread: Mahou Shoujo Gundam.

RE Mahou Shoujo Gundam. Magical girl Gundam rp. I'm patient. But I'm happy to provide help too.
Thread: Mahou Shoujo Gundam.

RE Mahou Shoujo Gundam. Magical girl Gundam rp. There was the 00 movie where they fought aliens. A first for the series. In this case, they could actually fight girls who are embodiments of some of the more antagonistic suits such as the Zaku. The leaders always red for obvious reasons.
Thread: Mahou Shoujo Gundam.

RE Mahou Shoujo Gundam. Magical girl Gundam rp. Something like that anyway
Thread: Mahou Shoujo Gundam.

RE Mahou Shoujo Gundam. Magical girl Gundam rp. I have a plot up...i'll finish the other stuff later..too tired now x.x
Thread: Mahou Shoujo Gundam.

RE Mahou Shoujo Gundam. Magical girl Gundam rp. Profile thread is up.
Thread: Mahou Shoujo Gundam.

RE Mahou Shoujo Gundam. Magical girl Gundam rp. I cant decide on the tall geese or the Z-gok!
Thread: Mahou Shoujo Gundam.

RE Mahou Shoujo Gundam. Magical girl Gundam rp. Which verson of tallgeese? I looked for some images and it seems tallgeese had better ones to use.. z'gok has like not much.
Thread: Mahou Shoujo Gundam.

RE Mahou Shoujo Gundam. Magical girl Gundam rp. I would like to join if only I get to play not as a loli fused into a gigantic mecha.
Thread: Mahou Shoujo Gundam.

RE Mahou Shoujo Gundam. Magical girl Gundam rp. Like what?
Thread: Mahou Shoujo Gundam.

RE Mahou Shoujo Gundam. Magical girl Gundam rp. Like a normal human gundam meister?
Thread: Mahou Shoujo Gundam.

RE Mahou Shoujo Gundam. Magical girl Gundam rp. I'd say if you want to be a villain sure, but I don't want that just yet.
Thread: Mahou Shoujo Gundam.

RE Mahou Shoujo Gundam. Magical girl Gundam rp. Well, just as a suggestion, wouldn't there be people who do like the maintenance on the armor and such? Mechanics, nurses, etc.
Thread: Mahou Shoujo Gundam.

RE Mahou Shoujo Gundam. Magical girl Gundam rp. I was thinking that. But I'll have to work it out later I have to go for now. x3 Edit I do plan for this to be primarily yuri so..yeah.
Thread: Mahou Shoujo Gundam.

RE Mahou Shoujo Gundam. Closed.. I might get this going again, if any one is interested.
Thread: A shattered heart of glass [MxF]

Bump. This got quite a bit of attention. That makes me smile. Let's see who else I meet and plan with thanks to this thread!
Thread: A shattered heart of glass [MxF]

Bump number two Definitely getting what I need out of this! However, there is still room for anyone holding a lingering interest in this! Feel free to pm me 3
Thread: A shattered heart of glass [MxF]

Bumpity Still looking
Thread: The porch swing (maxine and viktoff)

Salina finished her shift as an LPN in a nursing home an hour late that night. She was sweaty and smelly having seen to the needs of 15 elderly people were her charges. The beloved elders of real families, that even though they loved them, didn't want to really care. It was too costly emotionally. Saline fed them, bathed them, treated their cuts and scratches, and yes sometimes changed their diapers. It was a thankless dirty job, but somehow, it helped her fill an empty space that nothing could really fill. The girl had been a happy vivacious, outgoing life of the party. A cheerleader who dated a football player. She had been foolish enough to fall in love, but for Frank, a line backer she was just another conquest. So it was that Saline found herself pregnant at age 17. Frank was gone in an instant, and Saline was left with a swollen belly and a ruined reputation. All that, and ..... a child... Jonathon, a little boy who new nothing of how he was conceived. Saline had loved him more than herself and refused to do away with the inconvenience. She had suffered and hurt and bled, but finally, she hd her reward as a beautiful little boy was placed in her arms. She felt complete. Unfortunately it was not to be and just hours later, Jonathon's tiny heart stopped, and Saine's heart that had melted for him turned to stone. It would be two years later after being drugged daily that doctors declared her cured and sent her home. She left the hospital but never went home. She had gone to a shelter and obtained her LPN training, and even found a job. But the emptiness remained. She had no car and as she walked home, she passed by the old stone mansion with its iron gates and its deserted porch and the hickory swing. It was always empty, and when the wind blew it would creak as though callling out to her. But this night would be different. There in the dim light of a single bulb sat a man. He wasn't grey, but to her he seemed aged. Then there were his eyes . Hollow and distant they reminded her of what she saw every morning, at home in the mirror. She turned and walked on. The next night she walked quickly hoping to see if he would be there again. He was. Why was she so drawn to him? such a slitary and lonely character. After a week, she could stand no more. She nervously opened the gate.
Thread: The porch swing (maxine and viktoff)

Money doesn't solve every problem. Born to wealth accumulated by his cutthroat number-crunching father and misfortune mother who never completed her highschool degree. The age disparity was one thing, their difference in social status and morality was entirely two larger issues as well. The pair fell apart immediately after conception. The boy, Cyrus, saw so little of the absent bastards he knew as 'Daddy' and 'Mommy'. At the ripe age of ten his father became aggravated and exploded, alerting Cyrus to the fact that his mother and her family accepted a cash sum to leave and never come back. Distraught, abandoned emotionally in full and with no other escape, Cyrus pulled himself together and forced his face through schooling. As an intelligent and hard working oddity, Cyrus made friends even when he felt like he couldn't feel love. He worked his way deep into the list of mvp star contract workers for a massive chain company and he could finally leave his father in the dust. Almost as if he was doomed to be miserable, some psychiatrists say he is a sociopath and that he would never feel love. An inability to put himself in the shoes of his parents and understand why he didn't get a shred of quality tine with them, or forgive them is what led to that diagnosis. And that wasn't even the reason he finally broke down and fired everyone, not that he wanted to spare another thought on that. Cold, alone, his whole body aching, Cyrus worked his way down the creaky wooden steps and out to the porch. His willingness to eat faded, but he had to bring at least a jug of water. Now that he could seat himself, he relaxed into a deep breath on the porch swing. At times he was awake, and when he was, the ever approaching sweet embrace of death was his only comfort. That is, until he spots a woman he has never seen before. She was measurably beautiful, he even criticized himself for how superficial that thought was. But, before he really moved his eyes to get another look, she was gone. Sleep came along soon after, and it wouldn't last long. A powerful, torso rocking sneeze brought him back into the pain and intense fever. The day, the world moved on from that view point. Leaning against the mechanism that kept the swing up, his haunting eyes and the deep purple bags under them had kept their strained focus on the road. Probably for no other reason short of that woman who walked by previously. What was it about her that was like a distant little match light a mile away from his snowstorm? It was the sound of the gate opening that had drawn his eyes. The woman was back, and for some reason, she was entering his property. Watching her move about on her path, he didn't vocally object to these actions.
Thread: The porch swing (maxine and viktoff)

The old hinges creaked with all the creepy suspense of a n old horror film. She wondered just who had opened them last and when. The screeched grated her nerves like nails on a blackboard, but not she was committed. though he hadn't moved or spoken, surely the man had noted her presence that is if he weren't..... she hesitated at the thought... dead. She really hoped not. It was something she saw regularly in her line of work, but it was never pleasant. And then there were his eyes fixed on her and racking her progress up the walk. No ... he wasn't dead. She breathed a sigh of relief. As she approached the three wooden steps leading up to the porch, she could see him a bit better in the light of the dim dirty bulb. He wasn't so old really, in fact he seemed about her age, but my god! those eyes. They spoke of death desired. She had seen that look before. Usually just a week or two before a patient went home as the folks at the home euphamistically put it. But this man was far too young. How could he think like that. How could he be so resigned. She only wondered for a moment before she knew just how. It was the same with her. This man had lost something, or more likely someone dear, just as she had. His chest held a heart that though it beat was hard as stone, frozen by loss or grief or both. As she stepped on the old wooden steps, they too creaked, complaining even against her miniscule weight. She said nothing, not knowing where to begin. Instead she just sat down at the oposite end of the swing and turned slightly to look his way. So far he hadn't objected, though he looked as though he was more than capable and probably willing to remove her physically. Finally she simply said, Hello, I'm Salina. She did her best to smile. She hoped it would be enough for now.
Thread: The porch swing (maxine and viktoff)

The chain attatched to the porch swing had left an apparent red mark along his forehead, it showed itself as he slowly moved to sit up and look at her. His neck and back protested, but he didn't make a whimper or complaint. The death-hopeful gaze of the male had remained on the woman as she came ever closer. Yet, he wouldn't ask her to stop or show any sign that she was crossing any line. He didn't look disapproving, just on the verge of the end. His nose would have a slight rose color as she got as she close as she did, the skin of his cheeks and nose and forehead would look softer than normal provided the way his face perspirated in the cold outside air like a glass of water. Energy faded from him, and yet his eyes remained open and continued sitting up without the swing chain's support. When she sat beside him, Cyrus fought the urge to lay against her and let his eyes close. Light highlighted his seemingly flawless details, up too but not including the coloration around his nose that would symbolize the untreated illness that continued to plague him. The sound of her voice felt enchanting. A twist in his previously completely sour gut made his efforts to remain in control so dire. He couldn't tell if he didn't want her to leave immediately, or if he just needed to perish for good right now. Are you, ugh... His hollow voice trickled out of his mouth. Covering a cough, he held his head with his elbows on his knees. A much clearer voice now left him. How is your night, Salina?
Thread: The porch swing (maxine and viktoff)

She looked at the poor soul who she sat beside and though many would have been eager to pity him, she did not. Instead she understood. She could see that pain and grief had taken such a toll on him that he no longer cared whether he lived or died and that death was closer with every passing hour. Put simply there was nothing to hold him here. He wasn't clinging to life, he was waiting for death's comfort. Still she had looked death in the face with a patient before and this man didn't have the peace that was usually there when death was so near. Perhaps, she thought to herself, there was some small part of him that hoped life would show him the least reason to live, and so was waiting, and inbetween comatose bouts of sleep was watching. He certainly had been watching her. My night is tolerable. May I ask what it is you are looking for? You need to find it soon. Either that or you will need some help, or perhaps you will just fade away. As for me, I am looking for someone that will give me a reason to get up tomorrow, beyond the need to earn enough to feed myself. I once held pure joy in these arms not so long ago really but it seems it has been a century. She stopped herself short, fearing that she was just jabbering. She heheld out her tiny hand, offering it to him in a trusting manner.
Thread: The porch swing (maxine and viktoff)

Cyrus remembered a time that he wouldn't wait patiently as a woman he just met would look him over and analyzed him. A time where his cellphone blew up with the boundless texts from the store managers that needed his 'go-ahead' on plans and the like. And even now as he felt his whole body ache, his strength completely gone, seeing her offer him a hand would make him feel more alive than he could remember being as of late. Sitting up from his hands, he moved to take her smaller hand and to try to comfort it within his oddly cold hand. Looking for something? He shut his eyes to rest his head on her shoulder. His forehead was obviously heated beyonf a fever. I can't imagine fading. A way to just end this pain without hurting those who care. He finished the sentence, but a pause still occurred as though he didn't complete the thought. You need something, Salina? He asked slyly, somehow still managing to keep himself together through the torment of his ravaged heart and the severe health problem. Maybe if I live past tonight I can be of use. Did you pat attention in any of your health classes? There is a key to the front door under the pot in front of us. After a tiny shake through his body as he covered a cough, he peacefully relaxed into her. You move. Names Cyrus. Losing consciousness.
Thread: The porch swing (maxine and viktoff)

As the man who called himself Cyrus slowly collapsed against her shoulder Salina supported him gently as he began to drift off. Moving over she moved aside and lowered him to the swing seat and let his head rest in her lap. The man clearly needed a bath, but for now she didn't let that trouble her. She was acustomed to the smells that went with aging and desease. You could be a nurse and let them trouble you. For now the fact that he was breathing deeply and without a wheeze was enough. She carefully pushed the hir from his face and smoothed it back, doing her best to sooth him and give him dignity. The man was half skeleton and was obviously malnourished, and his face showed the creases that came from grimmacing with pain regularly. She let him rest in her lap the better part of an hour before deciding that she should take him inside, despite the concerns for her own saftey that were a possibility. Slipping slowly out from under him, she found the key and opened the door before returning to the swing to attempt to wake him. Slipping back onto the swing she gently patted his face and rubbed his bony shoulder.
Thread: The porch swing (maxine and viktoff)

He was asleep, but only for a moment. Once he was shaken awake, Cyrus weakly stood. A few small grunts later he worked his way into the house and sat upon the nearest sofa. I'm rooting for ya. He grumbled, slowly loosing himself all over again. The dream that haunted him was that of an open cage that he sat inside. Outside the cage was a giant with human hands, but the giant hands merely cleaned the cage. The door to said cage would remain open, and he remained untouched. It was so unusual, what an odd dream. He lay at the bottom of that cage with little to no life in him. Feathers surrounded him, but he was much like a doll and lacked any wings. Sorry. Not much to write up atm
Thread: The porch swing (maxine and viktoff)

Salina stumbled arount in the dimly lit house looking for the kitchen. She found it and turned on the light . Things scurried into hiding and she was sure she did not want to know what they were. ooking around she found a pan and a sealed can of soup. That at least had a chance of being safe. Sw rinsed the pan and put it on the stove, and let the water boil to sterilize it, before opening the can and putting it on to boil. She found , and washed a large cup, and when the soup was ready, filled it and took it to him. I want you to drink all of this. Thewhole thing! Do you hear me? She spoke sternly but in a calm soft tone, wanting to insure his compliance.
Thread: Conquered Lands (The Shrinkman x Duxt)

The lands of Alphina were odd amongst the various human kingdoms throughout the world. It was not for the lands themselves, the geography was fairly standard, temperate climate, forested with a lot of rivers spread throughout, making the land prosperous. Nor was it the lands prowess, having little in the way of notable military, no world renowned order of elites, but still a respected military in its own right. No, instead what made the land special was the gender imbalance, while most having close to an even split, here women were the dominant numbers. Legends tell, that their Goddess, Alphine, settled this land herself and blessed her daughters to spread throughout. True or not, the results were clear for all to see, all the women of the land gave birth to far more females, two out of every three births. As such, women dominated the land, from its government to its military. Men were hardly forbidden, but it was always far easier for powerful women to rise throughout the world. The firstborn woman, being higher than the first son in inheritance. Thus, the Queen was the absolute authority a royal bloodline of women stretching back to the founding of this land. ---- Queen Cara , Princess Gabi and Lady Evelyn all sat from the private booth, overlooking the arena. The fighting pits were one of the cities main source of entertainment, for upper and lower classes alike. There were two main types of fighter, those who signed up willingly for glory and those who risk death otherwise. Prisoners with no prospect of being released, could always choose to fight, earn some comfort in their life, all the while risking death. Here they watched a Barbarian, a captured warlord, an enemy of the realm. They'd caught him and his band off guard. Now they watched the man as a cockatrice was forced from its pen, hissing and spreading its clipped wings out as it approached its would be victim. Its very breath, a deadly gas that could render most humans petrified and dead, quite the foe indeed for a warrior who had beaten everything else thrown at him from man to beast.
Thread: Conquered Lands (The Shrinkman x Duxt)

Ulfrid was a big heavy hulk of a man. Towering at 8 foot 3, his people were born with lots of testosterone so they grew incredibly big. His hand was grasped around the handle of pretty heavy looking sword. What was nice about this arena is they allowed criminals to keep and fight with the weapons they were captured with. His weapon of choice of course was a big old great sword that was about his height and almost as wide. He would stalk out from his holding cell once it opened. LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! The Fight Crier shouted out, her voice bellowing out loud across the arena. We are proud to announce today's Man vs Beast fight is about to begin. The crowd erupted in a roar. The heavy set northman stood there his brown hair braided and hung like dreadlocks, his body a copper tone and hardened with a wall of muscle upon muscle. He hefts that big blade as if it were a toy in one hand. Then in a swift moment once the bell was rung the sudden he moved the fight was over, the Cockatrices head goes flying and lands with a splat on the ground. The beast hadn't even a few seconds to fight with and the barbarian raised his blade towards the crowd showing the blood of the beast sliding off it like a waterfall. His gaze lifted to the Queen's personal Pet Knight. I challenge the queen's knight, to a fight to the death... these beasts prove me no challenge and if she has the skills to end me then she will be the perfect choice of executioner... He was looking at Lady Evelyn and wagering the Knight Lordess wouldn't turn down a chance to end him after what he and his band did before they had been captured.