The League of Origins

The League of Origins Completed

In a nuclear wasteland we struggle to survive. Our League Of Origins replaces the inevitable war over resources, but what will the outcome of this “sport” be for us?

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Owner: blackwolt
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Introduction

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Game Masters: blackwolt | wolf1992
RP Status: Active | Completed | Dead
Accepting New Characters: Yes | No






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Welcome to the year 2981! The Earth has become a wasteland, with many areas either completely barren or overgrown, due to a power struggle between the once great countries. At the peak of the struggle, nuclear warfare broke out, and only few humans managed to seek shelter. Billions of lives perished as radiation spread across the globe, and those who survived the taint became sick and mutilated.

Since that fateful and horrible event, 500 years have passed by. Today, the human race has once again risen from the dust! To accommodate the human societies in the event of nuclear war, the domes were built in the late 23rd century. Essentially a moving city encapsulated in a protective force field, the dome was, and is still, the pinnacle of human technology, allowing a city and a small amount of protected landmass to be self-sustaining with food, water and organic materials.

However, beneath the wasted soil of the Earth is hidden a tremendous wealth of minerals and metal, some covered with dust from the nuclear war, some covered by thick vegetation. To gain access to these minerals, the people of the domes have built small, stationary towns with the only purpose of harvesting a specific re-source. Protected by a stationary force field as well as the mobile domes, these small ‘Harvest Towns’ supply the people of the cities with the resources needed for further advancements in technology and society.

To counter the human nature of fighting for survival, the leaders of the most prominent domes have decided upon a set of rules of engagement, manifesting the inevitable resource war as a sport rather than a war. ‘The League of Origins’, as the sport is called, forces all domes to participate in what could best be described as a sports tournament: The winner gets the best harvest towns, while the losers are left with poor towns or nothing at all.

YOU are here to fight in this sport on behalf of the proud city Aequitas of the M3 dome! Your heritage, your line of family or your current wealth is of no concern to us: We are nothing but a small, unnoticeable dome among giants, but we MUST prevail in this fight to secure ourselves a prosperous and wealthy future!

Report to your team leader in the barracks! And may your commitment to our cause secure a glorious outcome in the battles to follow!



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The Cold War, mankind’s first nuclear conflict, saw the end as the 21st century began. For enemies were now reunited the Earth with politics, and the global trade began to flow again. The peace was only temporary, however, as one economic crisis after another struck the global markets, paralyzing several countries and shaking the world order to its core.

Nearing the end of the 21st century, the countries in the European Union merged into one great nation to counter the growing fear of a European market collapse. The newly formed country, still using the name “European Union” as a designation, ended up as a copy of the United States of America, with each former country acting as a state instead of an individual country. The newly founded European Union quickly regained a financial balance by imposing laws and restrictions on the European market. The securing of oil reserves in the Atlantic Ocean as well as uranium ores in the mainland also supported the EU financially, making a rebuilding of the European military infrastructure possible. As the 23rd century announced its arrival, the European Union had gained possession of enough nuclear warheads to counter the USA as well as the rising Asian threat.

The United States of America merged Canada into its ranks at the beginning of the 22nd century after several economic troubles with the Asian markets. With Canada as the 51st state of the USA resources and work was divided between the states, eliminating the need of resources and labor from the outside. USA, like its European counterpart, practically created a self-securing society. However, the world peace seemed more and more fragile, and while the Cold War had seen a lot of disarmament of nuclear warheads, the rising tensions forced the USA to rearm itself as the Asian countries united.

The Eastern Asian countries, India and Russia as well as some of the former USSR countries united in 2098 un-der the name ‘Asian Coalition’, suddenly posing a great threat to the military and economic situation of Earth. It did not take long before nuclear warheads were present all over the Coalition’s territory, and the division of the Earth into three major “countries” was now present. At the end of the 23rd century the Asian Coalition had even seized the countries of Africa, thereby threatening the European Union.

As every human could have predicted, the tension between the three great nations could only grow. Warheads were aimed in all directions, and while Greenpeace and other world organizations tried to bring the chaos to an end, the world leaders did not listen. It was simply a matter of national pride and security, and no country would be the first to disarm its weapons, making itself vulnerable without any leverage.

Seeing the world mentally torn apart, scientists around the world began the construction of cities protected by a force field. ‘The Domes’, as they would later be known as due to their big dome-like force shields around the cities, were to be the shelter of humanity in the event of a nuclear war. However, only a small amount of the population could live in the domes. After all, cities on the scale of London and New York would not fit into a dome with the technology that mankind had evolved.



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Nobody really wants to remember what happened at the start of the 24th century. The military crackdown that had been ruling the countries was beginning to falter. What started the war was probably nothing but a misunderstanding, but as soon as the missiles were in the air, the fate of humanity and the Earth was sealed. With the prospect of over 10 billion people dying from nuclear war, the domes were soon filled. The domes quickly sealed the force field with a retractable cape, hindering any view of the outside world as the missiles struck.

Only those left upon the surface of the Earth would be able to describe what happened. The last remains of humanity hidden in shelters could only guess at what had happened during the last moments of the prosper-ous Earth: The nuclear war had eradicated life as it was known!


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The 30th century Earth is nothing more than a wasteland, as most life was eradicated during the nuclear war. While plants and animals have begun to spread across the barren Earth again from the Equator, over half of the Earth’s total area is still devoid of life, the landmasses of the continents having ended up as deserts, tundra or bare rock. Only in few areas can vegetation be found.

The oceans and gulfs are covered with ice from the poles to the Equator, the ice linking the continents together and creating a hard outer shell. While life can still be found in the oceans beneath the surface, the thick cover of ice makes it hard to create a good fishing environment.
As most of the planet’s surface is devoid of life, resources are scarce and can only be found in the borderlands of the continents, where life is beginning to return, as well as beneath the surface of the dust covered Earth. Land suitable for farming can only be produced artificially in either the domes, mobile cities created by the humans in an attempt to survive, or at the harvest towns, the small stationary towns created with the sole purpose of harvesting resources for the domes.

The harvest towns make it possible for the domes to be mobile, the resources being transferred from a harvest town to its dome when the dome is near the town. A dome is therefore not bound by the land it was built on, making the harvest towns the only reason for a dome to stay in one place. The cities within the domes usually seek out a resource that it needs to further its technological advancement. However, some cities deliberately seek out rare resources to gain from the trade between the domes.

The nuclear wars, however, failed at eradicating all life. Leftover humans unable to find room in a dome or being punished for criminality were left to the fate of dying to either the radiation or the natural predators. As the domes began to evolve themselves, making movement possible, the encounter with what was coined “The Spawn” was inevitable. The spawn is, as far as observations have shown, nothing more than mutated predators, especially carnivore animals like bears, wolves and dogs. While the domes are able to withstand nuclear harm, their force fields allow predators and humans to move into the dome. Therefore, each dome defends itself against this spawn with whatever army the dome might have.

Transportation between the different domes is done with hovering busses. These hovercrafts are the only “flying” vehicles that have been possible to create, as the radiation prohibits the use of the electronic systems required to control modern airplanes. The hovercrafts, however, are extremely vulnerable to damage and therefore rely on great speeds to reach the safety of a dome.

The following is a list of the known cities and domes (will be updated as the roleplay progresses):

Aequitas (Latin: “Equality”) of the M3 dome
    Dome Size: Small (10 kilometer radius)
    Population: ~2,500
    Leadership: Democracy
    Dome climate: Seacoast village
    Dome speed: Slow (25-40 km/h)
    Dome purpose: Militaristic City
    Owned Harvest Town: None

Scientia (Latin: “Knowledge”) of the A1 dome
    Dome Size: Large (31 kilometer radius)
    Population: ~32,000
    Leadership: Constitutional Monarchy
    Dome climate: Urbanized environment with surrounding forest
    Dome speed: Very slow (10-12 km/h)
    Dome purpose: University City
    Owned Harvest Town: Unknown


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The League of Origins, often only referred to as “the fight” or “the tournament”, is the battle for harvest towns and resources between the domes. As the battle has been made into a sport to prevent full scale war between the new human civilizations, certain rules of conduct have been agreed on:

  1. The participants in the League of Origins must belong to one of three predefined schools of warfare.
  2. Enhancements of the participants are allowed, as long as they are biological in nature; only the psychokinetic participants may carry power amplifiers. Biomechanical enhancement is not allowed.
  3. A battle request cannot be denied unless the defending city has not controlled any gather points for the last two weeks. This prevents a strong dome from completely annihilating a weak dome.
  4. Battles over the harvest towns are fought either as “Capture the Flag”, where teams must capture the opposing side’s flag and bring it back to the HQ, or “Team Deathmatch”, where the teams fight until the last man standing.
  5. The battle between two domes may take place either in the cities themselves, or in special arenas built throughout the continents.
    While the initial thought was to make the participants of the League of Origins carry non-lethal weapons, most small domes were not able to upkeep an army with both lethal weapons for use against the spawn as well as non-lethal weapons for use in the sport. Therefore, the weapons used in the League of Origins are often lethal, meaning that the participants are running the risk of possibly being killed.

When fighting in the League of Origins however, it is expected that a surrendering enemy is restricted and removed from battle until a winner has been found. Melee oriented soldiers disarm the enemy soldiers, while ranged soldiers use paralyzing or trapping ammunition as a weapon. Taking another person’s life, even if it’s for the sake of a dome, is frowned upon because of its harmful nature against society.



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As given by the agreed rules of engagement for the League of Origins battles, three schools accommodating the three basic fighting types are usually found in most domes. While some domes specialize in one area, most domes do not have the privilege of such a resource focus, therefore often accommodating all three fighting styles.

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The School of Melee Combat upholds the legacy of the European and Asian medieval times. Honor and fair-ness are two keywords for the soldiers of this school, and while they divide themselves between being offensive and defensive, the soldiers are often quite united, taking on the mentality of an army.

The offensive melee soldiers are often seen equipped with medium type armor and using either swords or pole arms to attack the enemies. While they might employ the use of a shield, their main focus is to lead the charge against the enemies.

The defensive melee soldiers are on the contrary quite heavily armed, often employing the use of both shield and blunt weapon to take down the enemies and protect the ranged and psychokinetic personnel.

The School of Ranged Combat is based on the fighting throughout the 20th and 21st century, often using a very light armor in favor of mobility, aiming possibilities and tactical overview. The school formally divides into long ranged combat and close ranged combat, but this division is often quite blurry.

The soldiers using ranged combat are often required to use paralyzing, stunning or other non-lethal bullets when fighting in the League of Origins. Their role as ranged combat is still upheld, however.

The School of Psychokinesis is quite unique and therefore does not draw on some classical period of human society. While the fear of a new nuclear warfare uprising has made many humans abandon most technological research in favor of living “naturally” in the domes, one branch of technological research was reinvented as the League of Origin started: The argumentation of the human brain.

Some subjects show exceptional mental skills, often with a small amount of telekinetic power. This evolution of the human is thought to be a byproduct of the nuclear radiation, and while the natural power of an individual is not often enough to even lift a piece of paper, technological advancements in brain implants has made this possible. With a power amplifier either implanted or carried near the brain, the subject becomes capable of using this telekinetic power for either psychic communication, which enables the user to talk to people out of sight, or psychic tracking, enabling the user to track humans moving around in the proximity.

Psychokinetic users are often used in roles as tacticians, because they require no electronic connection to their soldiers to be able to give orders and receive tactical information. This also applies with the medical role in which psychokinesis also plays a huge role: The user is able to locate the problem without needing to talk with the subject; reading the mind of the injured is enough.



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The technological progression of mankind allowed the soldiers of the 21st century to be equipped better and better. Rifles and pistols were improved with new materials, but as the economies of the world markets threatened to collapse, further research into a new kind of warfare was abandoned in favor of keeping the soldiers of the 21st century. As the nuclear war was unleashed, the soldiers of the 24th century were not that different from the soldiers of the 21st century.

The melee and ranged soldiers of the 30th century uphold the traditions of the medieval times as well as the 2nd millennia by using equipment alike the soldiers of those periods. Melee soldiers are often clad in heavy armor, taking on the image of knights and medieval soldiers, while ranged soldiers tend to choose a medium armor suited for movement, aiming as well as concealment.

During the three last centuries as a united Earth, mankind managed to invent several carbon-reinforced metals and alloys. Carbon-reinforced titanium, often called “adamant” as a reference to the medieval term form a hard substance, is the core substance of weapons and armor, tolerating a lot of pressure and wear before breaking or bending. This makes the material very suited for the melee oriented warfare that is fought with conventional swords and armors.

Although energy weapons have seen some action in the 30th century, these weapons are not very widespread. The fear of a new nuclear war as well as straying away from the conventional society has hindered the advancement of energy weapons severely. Only ranged weapons tend to employ energy-based rounds with the purpose of stunning the enemy instead of the standard uranium-tipped ammunition.

The rifles and handguns fire bullets by sending them through a particle accelerator. The muzzle velocity of a standard 5mm bullet can with this technology reach around 2,500 meters per second. The bullets are stored in magazines as was the standard during the 21st and 22nd century, enabling the user to switch between several types of ammunition.
The force field technology of the domes has found another use in the shields of the soldiers. Simply superior to blocking metal with metal, the ‘force shields’ are capable of absorbing much of the impact force, the absorbed force strengthening their own shield and lowering the strain on the wielder. The shields nature also allows the wielder to deflect bullets, giving the defensive melee soldiers an import role on the field of battle.

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The illustration above shows the standard issued medium armor of the Aequitas Combat Teams. While the armor is not obligatory to wear, it offers decent protection due to its low-grade adamant shells. The individual soldier is free to fight in his or her own armor instead.

The Aequitas Combat Teams rely on their own weapons instead of an issued weapon. This allows the personalizing of one’s battle equipment.




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For this roleplay, the participating characters will (initially) be employed into the Aequitas Combat Teams. We are going to limit the players in the roleplay to 10 for now. These 10 players will be divided into two combat teams, each with a commanding officer, an executive officer and three soldiers:

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Combat Team “Black Wolves” Roster
Commanding Officer: Eve Heart | Psychokinetic | Tactician
Executive Officer: Phyllis Zethera | Melee Combat | Offensive
Team Member: Ameriv Argus Cortez | Ranged Combat | Long Range
Team Member: Ririn Crimea | Psychokinetic | Scout
Team Member: Aaron Blake | Ranged Combat | Close Range


Combat Team “Red Lancers” Roster
Commanding Officer: Alexander Patrick Lock | Melee Combat | Defensive
Executive Officer: Logan Sargan | Psychokinetic | Medic
Team Member: Lenard Conner | Ranged Combat | Mid Range
Team Member: Maen Raboc | Ranged Combat | Long Range
Team Member: Lana Haringer | Melee Combat | Offensive

Spots can be reserved for 24 hours!
We would really want to see at least one of each “combat school” in a team, although exceptions can be made. PM a Game Master or write in the OOC!


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You are welcome to use the following character skeleton when creating your character. Just remember to follow the rules! The character skeleton has been made so it fits the four character aspects given by the forum.


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[u][center][size=150]Your characters full name[/size][/center][/u]

[center][img]Your Character Image[/img][/center]

[size=150]Physical Description:[/size]
[b]Nickname:[/b] Your character's nickname(s).
[b]Gender:[/b] Your character’s gender.
[b]Age:[/b] Your character’s age. Please keep it 16+ as he or she will participate in warfare!
[b]Physical Appearance:[/b] Describe your character’s physical appearance. Use your picture or write it out. Height, weight, hair and eye color, skin tone, build as well as voice fall into this category.
[b]Warfare School and Class:[/b] Melee, ranged or psychokinesis school – Your class can be as simple as a de-fender or medic. Please note that you may make up your own class, as long as they are restricted (no “teleki-netic mages” running around). Stay with the lore.
[b]Team and Role:[/b] Describe the team on which your character serves as well as the role of your character. The role might be a medic, or commanding officer, or sniper.
[b]Abilities:[/b] This could be talents or psychokinetic abilities. Please note if you are a psychokinesis user you must restrict your character’s power in some way. Running around the field knowing the thoughts of every enemy is hardly fair/fun.

[size=150]Personality:[/size]
Describe the personality of your character – Remember that we do not want any Mary Sues, so try to make as colored a character as possible.

[size=150]Equipment:[/size]
Describe the weapons (if carried) and armor (if carried) of your character as well as any equipment he or she might carry.

[size=150]History:[/size]
Describe your character’s history. Why did he or she end up at Aequitas’ Combat Teams?

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The following rules are to be followed during the roleplay activity as well as in the off-topic activity:
  1. Follow the Game Master’s lead:
    When participating in this roleplay you are to follow the rules as well as the guidelines made by the Game Masters. The Game Masters in this roleplay are blackwolt and wolf1992, and we will try to make the roleplay flow. We uphold the right to lead the roleplay in what direction we think will benefit it the most.
  2. Be respectful:
    Keep the roleplay activity as well as the OOC respectful. We are all here to have some good times, and while conflicts between the characters of the roleplay may occur, we do NOT want to see arguments and conflicts in the OOC.
  3. Be realistic:
    This roleplay includes violence and fighting. Be realistic when describing the fighting: After all this isn’t ‘300’. A single person can’t take out ten people at the same time, unless the person is very lucky or the ten people are very weak. Realism creates a nice flow and makes us all happy.
  4. Post Length:
    While we will not put a limit on people’s posts (we all know the feeling of writer’s block), we will not tolerate excessive use of one-liners. Take your time making a post instead of posting something half-hearted. After all, this is a post to a forum, not a line of speech for a chat.
  5. Activity and Communication:
    As communication between the players of the roleplay is quite important, we encourage you to fre-quently visit and post in the OOC. We expect an activity of 1-2 post a week AT LEAST, although we all have lives besides roleplaying. If you have to go on holiday, cannot post for a while or just suffer from heavy writer’s block, contact one of the GMs or at least keep us up to date in the OOC.
    Failure to keep up activity AND notify a GM about the lack of activity will get you booted from the roleplay.
  6. Romance:
    Romance is allowed but keep it PG-12 and realistic; a relationship between people doesn’t occur at first sight, but is developed through their personality and actions. And this is not supposed to be an erotic novel!
  7. Creativity:
    When making your character, stay realistic and creative. Nobody wants another Mary Sue, and a flaw-less character isn’t that interesting. Make sure your character has some positive sides as well as some negative, and remember that colorful characters will make this roleplay more interesting.
  8. ”Copyright”:
    When making your character, please refrain from using already existing characters. Pick any picture you want as long as you do not simply copy the identity of the picture’s character.
    Also, this roleplay as well as all of its characters are not to be used in any other way (by other people) unless a GM has approved of it! A lot of work went into making this roleplay, and it should not just be copied.

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I'm used to being left alone. So leave me and I will take care of myself.
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"Look! It changes as it burns!"
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"Commander, there's three of them heading due southeast towards your position, but don't worry too much, they look stupid."

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Character Portrait: Eve Heart
Eve Heart played by blackwolt
CO of the Black Wolves
Character Portrait: Phyllis Zethera XO of the Black Wolves
Character Portrait: Pfc. Lenard Conner "Like my gun? It's called the Broadcaster- Because when it fires, you -know- it's there."
Character Portrait: Logan Sargan I'll bring you back to life just to beat the crap outta you again.
Character Portrait: Lana Haringer That runaway that no one knows.

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I'm used to being left alone. So leave me and I will take care of myself.
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"Look! It changes as it burns!"
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"Commander, there's three of them heading due southeast towards your position, but don't worry too much, they look stupid."

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30th Century Earth: Earth year 2981

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Earth year 2981

Aequitas: Aequitas of the M3 Dome

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Aequitas of the M3 Dome

City Barracks: City Barracks of Aequitas

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City Barracks of Aequitas

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Setting: City Barracks2011-09-19 09:52:10, as written by wolf1992
A small spike of pain shot through Phyllis’ shoulder as the force of a punch was transferred directly into her armor-clad shoulder, the shock-absorbing suit apparently not working properly after the last battle. “I’ll have to have it replaced again”, she mumbled as she groggily returned to a state of awareness. “… I pretend I care and you stay out of my way the rest of the time. Got it? Good. Now when does our Commanding Officer arrives?” The voice slowly faded in, and Phyllis’ eyes quickly adjusted to the light of the hallway before the feeling of embarrassment hit her: She had been sleeping in front of those she would sooner or later be leading into battle.

Cursing her actions under her breath, she was about to turn to the offensive soldier, her mind already planning a very formal yet aggressive response, when suddenly Eve Heart of all people was to be found in the hallway saving Phyllis the trouble of responding. “Oh the irony”, Phyllis thought. While she did like Eve Heart for helping her through the tough times, Phyllis did not want to be indebted to Eve, much less defended by her. Phyllis wanted to be responsible for her own actions.

Anyway, I'm also here to see the General Verturum, like everyone else. So I don’t want any problems, at least not for now.” The words of the soldier next to her, Blake she recalled, forced her to return to reality once again. Standing up, she faced Blake again, her face returning to that of an emotionless officer, although her prepared speech in her head was completely ruined. The only words leaving her mouth was the essence of what she had wanted to say: “I’m Officer Zethera.” Her voice was almost trembling as the words came out, her brain cursing itself for its stupidity.

A quick glance around the perimeter informed her that ten soldiers, herself included, had gathered here. Besides Eve she was not familiar with any of them. No wonder, since Phyllis tended to keep herself in the ranks of the charging melee soldiers, medics and ranged soldiers not peaking her interest at all. It seemed to Phyllis as if the Red Lancer CO had made his entrance and gathered his team around him while she had been occupied with Blake. That would mean that the three leftover soldiers, Blake included, were her new team mates.

Phyllis began to walk towards Eve, her eyes and facial expression saying ‘Thank You’. Just as she passed by Eve, however, the door by the guards opened and out came a tall, grey haired man with a cold expression on his face. His age was clearly shown in his face, the amounts of battles he had partaken in marked by the scars running across his cheeks and forehead. Phyllis quickly snapped both heels together and saluted Commander Verturum, her eyes awaiting an order from him.

Stand down, soldiers. We will commence the briefing now”, he said. Phyllis could not help but notice the lack of excitement in his voice. Surely the savior teams gathered to enable Aequitas a conquest in the League should be a bit more interesting than organizing the grunt training? Her thoughts, however, quickly ended up dwelling at the events of the night. The loss of yet another soldier out of an army size of 90-something soldiers was quite a burden to bear. As Verturum motioned them to join him in the briefing room, she quickly moved along. With her helmet under her left arm she entered the briefing room, the only room of its kind in the whole barracks. Maps over the desolated Earth were projected onto the white walls, while a holographic map in the middle showed the current position of Aequitas in a much more detailed view. Phyllis quickly found herself a spot at the right side of the room, trying to create eye contact with those of her fellow team members who were entering through the door, hoping that the soldiers would separate themselves into teams.

Today marks the beginning of a new era for Aequitas! We finally have an army suitable for participating in the League, and while we have fought in the League several times before this day, we haven’t emerged victorious yet.” Phyllis could not help but notice the change in the room atmosphere as Verturum began to brief them, his voice captivating both officers and soldiers alike. “Following the League rules, Aequitas cannot be attacked as we do not control any harvest towns. However, the city of Aequitas craves, no demands, new farmland in order to expand. With our current crop production here in the dome we will not be able to feed the next generation. Therefore, the M3 dome is as we speak heading towards the city of Triticum of the K2 dome, our first opponent.

Phyllis exhaled after holding her breath throughout Verturum’s speech. She looked closely at Verturum, his face beginning to show the early signs of a smile. Her eyes then glanced at the holographic map on the table, the view of Aequitas suddenly showing the K2 dome in the distance. The excitement was unbearable! Phyllis tried to gain eye contact with Eve for a short moment, her eyes reflecting the feeling of happiness and yet nervousness that was stirring in her head, before returning her focus to Verturum.

The city of Triticum is not much bigger than us, only boasting a 12-man League team. However, they have managed to hold onto the harvest town of Avena, a small farming community. We, the citizens of Aequitas, will need to gain hold of the harvest town stockpiles if we are to replenish our almost depleted food stockpiles.” Phyllis’ eyes followed Verturum as he finished speaking, his posture not changing very much even though this was fantastic news. Phyllis guessed he had been through so many briefings before that his body did not reflect the content of the information.

The E.T.A. for Aequitas will be approx. 36 hours. We will commence our attack as soon as we can, and as the M3 dome is one of the fastest domes in its class we should have no problem intercepting them. We will be fighting the battle across the two domes, the battle itself being a ‘Capture the Flag’-styled battle. Since we will be going up against 12 soldiers, and since we do not have anything to loose except your lives, I have personally decided upon an all offensive strategy: We will be lowering two bridges between the domes. The Black Wolves will be assaulting on the right flank while the Red Lancers will be on the left flank. Remember: All we need is their flag to win. If we are strong and fast enough, they will not be able to defeat us!

Phyllis did not hear the last words, her mind already picturing herself fighting the enemies across the bridge. She had yet to experience real dome warfare, but with her experience from spawn fights she felt confident. Her right hand tightened into a fist as she remembered the cause she was fighting for: This harvest town would be just another in the path towards reunion with her father. With her mind preoccupied she did not hear Verturum say “Any questions?

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Setting: 30th Century Earth2011-09-19 20:17:51, as written by Darccannan
As Lock looks on his friend of 16 years General Verturum he is relieve that the briefing is finally about to start. This briefing was meant to start 10 minutes ago but the General much preferred to make people wait for him. A fact that at first annoyed Lock when they met each other all them years ago. However back then Lock called General Verturm, Johnny Boy. A nickname he would not dare use in front of these new soldiers. Lock and most of the other soldiers saluted the General before following him into the briefing room. Lock sat in the very mile of the seating arrangement and looked at the scare riddled face of the General. Many of them scars on the General had a brother scar on Lock. A mark of their brotherhood through battle. Upon hearing that the teams would already be entering combat Lock glanced at General Verturum as he gripped his seat. It was as if Lock was about to explode out of his seat and the only thing stopping him was his hands securely grasping that seat. Finally General Verturum said the words Lock was waiting for. “Any questions?” the action of Lock leaping to his feet was closely followed by a dense rattle of armour.

“With all due respect General, these teams have just been formed. Now I’m not saying that everyone needs training. However I would very much like to see my soldiers abilities before leading them into combat. Not to mention that no team acts as one without training together. Now I am well aware that stopping this announced skirmish with Triticum is a poor choice. But at the very least please tell me that you intend for time after this match for some much needed training?” Lock and the General seem to be having some sort of battle of wills by the way they were glaring at each other. The truth was they often butt heads on matters like this. However in the past they would just laugh about how they are both stubborn mules. This could very of well been one of those time if it wasn’t for the audience and the importance of the matter.

"I understand your concern, but I'm afraid there is no possibility for training before the match. Aequitas is in need of the harvest town, however, and the people of Aequitas has decided upon a confrontation as fast as possible. I know your concern is coming from your previous service history in squads, but what better training exists than the field of battle? Both teams sport trained soldiers, all ready to defend our city against the spawn. I am sure they, with two excellent CO's, will be ready to fight the enemy. Proper training programs, as you request, will be commenced as soon as we have secured the harvest town of Avena." As always the General replies with tact and dignity. Lock loosens his stance as he is happy that the General agrees to the training programs Lock believed are vital to further success. “And on the note of COs, it would be proper for the Commanders to identify yourself at this point” General Vecturum glances to Eve and then back at Lock.

“Commander of The Black Wolves Eve Heart reporting for duty” Eve was quick to raise and held her salute as so rest of her team could clearly identify her. Lock was pleasantly surprised that the young female was the Commander of the other team.

“Commander of The Red Lancers Alexander Patrick Lock reporting for duty” Lock followed suit holding his salute. After a few more seconds had past the two commanders both briefly gestured their hands forward as they ended their salutes.

"Remember, we are all relying on you and your teams to score us this needed victory” for the first time in this briefing General Vecturum spoke with a hint of compassion. “This day onwards these two Commanders are in direct command of you. Good day” without another word General Vecturum left the briefing room. Lock was going to meet for him after the briefing for a drink of whisky. However it was clear that they both needed their rest.

“I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m off to bed. Red Lancers you are dismissed. Get some much needed rest” Lock leaves the briefing room and heads back to his private quarters.

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Setting: City Barracks2011-09-19 21:26:00, as written by blackwolt
As the general left the room Eve rose from her seat and looked at her crew with a strict expression on her face “I will also let you rest for the time being.” Her eyes glanced from one person to another “I believe most of you are in need of that because of last night’s events. If you need me you can find me in my room at the league quarters. I have the information required to get into contact with all of you. Until you hear from me, the Black Wolves are dismissed.” With those words she left the room I had hopes that we wouldn’t get into action so soon “tsk” I just have to use the fact that we will attack at night to our advantage I suppose.

Eve was out of the room quite fast in order to catch up with the CO of the Red Lancers. Alexander P. Locke, a name she had heard a bit of through her time in the military academy. “I hope you don’t mind me walking with you Locke.” She said to him as she finally caught up with him, walking through a long corridor going from the head quarter to the league residence “We have to discuss how we start out the encounter, we have the time with us but they will surely be waiting for us when we finally get aboard the K2 dome. If I recall correctly the dome environment is basically plain fields with some few forest areas.” While talking to him she was thinking with all her might different plans to commence the attack “I will use some time to see if I can get some information on the dome and maybe their league soldiers. After all know thy enemy is a great term.” She turned silent for a few seconds “But of cause knowing your friend will also be required of this. What can you tell me about your team Alex-… Erm Locke?” Making a mistake at the last sentence wasn’t good; if she had just been able to do it at the start it wouldn’t have been as easily seen.

Eve was ready to face the fact that she would hear a lot from all of the members in her squad, she would have thought the same if a young person was about to command a team she was a part of, but luckily it wasn’t like that. Even though she didn’t look like it, she was indeed one of the top tacticians in the city as well as a good leader. But she was merciless on the battlefield; she had ease sacrificing people if she could save more by doing it. Her strategies could go from logical to insane from one point to another, but somehow they always seemed to end up well.

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Setting: City Barracks2011-09-19 21:33:58, as written by Varyar
Blake turned around, ending the conversation, when the woman who had been sleeping introduced herself slowly, as if intimidated. Aaron looked at her from top to bottom, and was about to confront her when the General Verturum appeared. This man was someone who deserved respect. Only by being able to find Blake, he deserved a different treatment. Everything about him reflected battles: His scars, his graying hair, even his posture, reflected that of a man who knew the joy of battle. That was kind of man who deserved respect ... But did not deserved to be feared. The number of men who Blake feared could not fill the fingers of one hand, and the number of men he respected barely reached a dozen. Verturum should feel proud. Maybe I’ll tell him, Blake thought.

He followed the flow of people, not caring whether any of them run into the suitcase tied behind him. When he entered the small room packed with maps, his eyes met those of Zethera, and Aaron could feel the arrogance emanating from the woman. Who did she think she was, commanding him with a look? Aaron returned the stare with hostility and then settled down as best he could, without taking out the huge suitcase behind him.

Verturum then began boring a motivational speech, and Blake decided to use his time to analyze each of the fighters in the room.

There was his commander, Zethera, and she eliminated any type of consideration, and Zethera’s friend, a woman who seemed familiar with that procedure as well as Blake. Aaron wondered what place she occupied in the team.

There was a skinny teenager so pale that Blake thought he was sick. He had slightly pointed ears, and Aaron thought that maybe he was really sick. But he seemed to be agile, very agile, the kind that could evade Betty’s flames. He deserved to be taken into account. There was a man wearing a helmet and a sniper rifle slung over his shoulder, and Aaron ignored him instantly. There was no honor in killing at distance, and men without honor deserved not respect for Blake. There was another pale teen, this one with a horse-tail. The teenager was passive, cold as ice. Blake knew that the most dangerous men are those without emotion, and that young man did not seem to have any. Still, he was young and too weak to be respected.

There was a man who appeared to have the same age as Aaron. The man looked like a rat in appearance, with his gray hair and his skin pale, and seemed to have no idea where he was, with a behavior way to happy for the occasion. Way to happy for Blake’s taste. There was another young man, with very peculiar eyes, probably a mutation, smoking a cigarette. He was too young to smoke, but Aaron started smoking at the age of fifteen, who was he to judge? He had an arrogant expression on his face, as if he knew something nobody else knew and bragged that. This pleased Aaron, and he wished that the smoker was in his team. It was always better to be friends with arrogant men, for they were the ones who died for you trying to prove something on the battlefield ... There was another woman, much smaller and weaker than the other two, and if it weren’t for her diminutive size and stance Aaron would’ve thought she was a man. She wore a dagger at the waist, and that alone won Blake’s favor.

Finally, there was a huge man, much older than Aaron, and maybe this man deserved his respect. Obviously he was a born fighter, and certainly a melee one. He seemed to be almost as old as Verturum, and if someone else deserved Blake’s respect in that room, was that man. Blake hoped that this was the Black Wolves CO, and felt happy to serve under his command.

When Verturum finished his speech, Blake came back to conscience, soon enough to hear the General say: "Any Questions?" Blake would not have cared if any of the recruits asked a useless question, but it was the respectable man who did, and Blake heard him. He smiled. Perhaps the others needed training, but not Aaron. Aaron was always ready to fight ...

Then Verturum asked the Commanding Officers to introduce themselves, and Blake nearly collapsed when the woman took a step forward ... And his fears were confirmed. Eve Heart. Commanding Officer of the Black Wolves. The General left, and Blake followed Eve like a rocket, interrupting her conversation with the respectable man.
"Listen very carefully... commander" Blake spat the word with contempt. “Feel free to give orders to the other submissive assholes, but do not expect me to obey! I'll do my best in order to bring glory to Aequitas, and I’ll also try not to get my team exterminated, but that's all. I already told your friend and I will also tell you: Point the enemy and stay out of my way!"

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"Thank the Lord..."
Logan had sighed thankfully towards his new acting commander. He felt that a commander was like a teacher at the academy: They were all strict and stuff, but at least they cared for your well being. Logan turned on his heals, and headed towards the door. His medical bag hung beside him, and he put his lighter back in, along with the rest of the stash of his lighters. He was damn tired, and needed a break for once. Before leaving, he said.
"If I don't wake up in time, just yell. I may not be the nicest in the morning, but at least I will be awake. You can justify why later." He walked out the door, and slowly made his way to his room. He laid on the bed and thought about last night for a bit. It was the first time he had lost somebody in battle before, and even though his brain told him that he couldn't have done anything it still didn't feel right to him. He was a Medical genius, as the teachers said, and he cuoldn't even save 10 people. He felt a bit like a waste of space, but then fell into his deep slumber, hoping not to feel as so.
It didn't help.

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Setting: 30th Century Earth2011-09-19 22:30:03, as written by Darccannan
Lock was drained of energy, yet he still kept a fast pace walk despite his heavy armour. The racket his armour made meant he couldn’t hear Eve’s footsteps and as such he wasn’t aware of Eve until she started to talk. As he listened to Eve he did not slow down at all. Luckily she seem willing and able to keep at the same pace. After hearing the start of his first name from Eve he came to a complete halt. Slowly he turns to Eve.

“I demand the utmost respect from all my soldiers, as such I refuse to addressed by my first name. However, as a fellow Commander you can call me Alexander if you wish” Lock smiles at Eve. As he had thought someone so young and female would have to be one hell of a tactician to reach the level of Commander. “I see that your eager to find a solution to this pressing problem we have. I agree its important to know each others team. My team is raw hide ready to be made into leather. They all have developed skills , but there is a lot of friction in my team due to personality differences and completely different training methods. Judge purely by skill we are mainly close range with one long distance sniper. But I can tell you from my experience that the other dome’s team are much better trained” Lock’s face was filled with worry. He was unsure of weather his soldiers would be able to follow his command or weather he even knew them well enough to command them correctly. “Eve, may I call you Eve? The truth is our chances of winning this next encounter is less than 50% and it will all come down to working together. Something the other side has already had practice at, when we have had none. I predict that the only reason why we are going forward with it is due to pressure the good General is under from the rest of this dome. The reason why I say this to you is that although we should hope to win, its perhaps a good idea to prepare to lose. Just be prepared to deal with the low moral that follows a defeat. Now, any concerns about your team? I hope they were kind and gave you an easier to organized team” Lock looked to his door that was only a few feet away from him. It was very important to get along well with Eve due to her role in all this, but the siren song of Lock’s bed was loud.

Suddenly a large soldier that Lock recognized from the briefing approached Eve. His attitude seemed very out of place here and Lock was wondering if the General had gone mad bringing someone like this here to fight for us. As he thought about it, Lock couldn’t help but give a slight chuckle “you don’t seem to understand. You’re a soldier now, part of the most important type of army that exists in this era and this is the person in charge of you. Weather its commanding you off a cliff or to dress up as a woodland critter you have to obey” Lock came closer to the man. So closer that he could whisper his last line “If you don’t obey, I assure you, your life as a combater will be over for good” giving one last stare Lock marches to his room, keeping an ear open for any trouble.

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Setting: 30th Century Earth2011-09-19 22:49:13, as written by Hydrall
Lenard Conner


Lenard shook Lan's hand and returned the smile. "Yup, Lenard. Be interesting to see how you fight, kid. Lan." He glanced over at Logan, somewhat more warily. "Nice to meet you too, doc." He's just trying to mess with you, don't let it get to- Wait, aren't I letting it get to me by trying not to let it arrrgh. He turned to listen to the last Lancer- He couldn't be sure yet if Stoner was an accurate mental nickname, but time would tell. He did seem a little out of it.

Then the General came into the waiting room and began to brief them. Lenard tried to look like he was feeling the appropriate amount of gravitas, but he knew all this already- as did everyone else, he suspected. In his case, he'd specifically chosen the lowest Dome- you got more famous for clawing up from the bottom than from falling from the top. Not to mention that it had been nearby.

I guess it would be too easy for them to be after Leagel first try... Besides, a mining town would be important only once you've got food. He tried in vain to recall what dome owned his home- But he couldn't remember. It changed so often that no one had. So we're supposed to go off and get ourselves killed so this place can get bigger... Oh, right, we're volunteers. Damn. He felt slightly irked about being personally treated like an expendable commodity. He'd lived his whole life that way, but now it was more personal. Nothing like imminent pain to put things into perspective.

Dismissed, he followed the others through the halls, hoping his stuff had already been delivered to whatever room he'd been assigned. He had no idea where it was, though. Or was he supposed to go find it? Damn these confusing domes...

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Setting: City Barracks2011-09-19 23:04:20, as written by AthenaUndying
"Any questions?" said the great General, Verturum was his name. Lan thought of speaking up and asking what exactly the advantages and disadvantages of Triticum was, but decided against it when Commander Lock said his piece. She agreed with him whole heartedly. She was wary of going into battle without proper League training, and thought that if they stood a chance, they should take the time to at least learn each others strengths and weaknesses. She wasn't exactly a planner, in fact she was more of a beserker type person and preferred running straight into battle and taking out enemies alone in her way, but she still wanted to at least know what kind of fighters the others were. Were they bold and rash berserkers? Sneaky bandit-like people? Or maybe they preferred flanking the enemy when the oppurtunity was presented and surprising them.

Regardless of her commanders "suggestions," she decided she needed more practice. She had heard a little about the dome they would face, but not enough to feel comfortable blindly rushing in and trying to win. No, she would definitely do some self training. So she went to her room, grabbed her axe and helmet, and went down to the practice field. There were a couple regular Defense soldiers training, but she kept her distance and practiced some dagger throws and maneuvers and tossed her axe around some. She loved the feeling of swinging it around and into her targets, expecially when she used her dagger along with it. Block the first attack wtih her axe. Move quick. Distract with dagger. Finish with axe. She had several variations of this for all different weapons, but this was the most basic. She smiled to herself and whispered, "Those bastards don't stand a chance."

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Setting: 30th Century Earth2011-09-20 00:28:34, as written by SasoriRinku
Ririn sat in his chair, legs picked up and knees tucked to his chest, being very still. His face was half-hidden behind his knees, leaving his widened eyes to peer out across the room. He looked like someone had hit him over the head, or as if he'd just woken up in a strange place. Shell-shocked. That described how he was, huddled against himself protectively. His senses were assaulting him-his ears being the worst, as they could pick up every word the people said-causing him to cringe. All this came from one cause, though: the people. There were so many of them in the room, and Ririn had lost count after the first five or so. It had been forever since he had been in such proximity with a crowd, even such a small one as this. Sure, at the academy there had been people. Many people, far more than there were in the room, but at least then he had had the comfort of space. In here, it felt as if everyone was crowding in on him.

As with the number, Ririn had lost the ability to distinguish individual people. It was a single mass of several faces, thankfully none turned on him. The chatter was deafening, and Ririn had just been about spring out of his chair and bolt from the room, when someone else entered the room. All eyes focused on him at once, even Ririn's own. It was an older man, worn but seasoned with years of battle, and years of living. Instead of panicking about yet another body being added to the mass, Ririn felt himself relax, a quiet whimper escaping his lips as his shoulders slumped. The old man had an aura about him, and it was pointedly soothing to Ririn. Only a few people had that feeling to them, of gentleness mixed with wisdom-his own father being one of them-, and Ririn had admired every one of them he had met.

Despite the fact that he was still amongst the others, calm had settled over him, and Ririn found himself hanging onto every word the General said. He was actually able to listen to a speech and understand it, something that nearly none of his teachers at the academy had been able to accomplish with him. When it was done, and people started to file out slowly and talking animatedly again, his discomfort didn't return. However, that didn't abate his shyness, or the creeping embarrassment that he felt of himself. Honestly, he was a man now, and a soldier to boot, and he was still sitting in the corner of the room afraid to talk to anybody. If only Noah, the only friend Ririn had made at the academy, had joined the league team along with him, then at least he'd have someone to be with. No such luck though, he was alone, and he was going to have to toughen up...

He stood roughly, his cramped feet suddenly meeting the floor and trying to support his unbalanced weight. He fumbled for a moment, but then righted himself. He walked forward purposefully, heading towards a woman with red eyes that he had gathered was on his team. Her eyes were what had drawn his own, before his xenophobia had set in, as most oddities did. Anything that seemed odd or out of place seemed to draw Ririn, but he guessed it was just like calling to like. He had meant to ask her about what he was supposed to do now, where he was supposed to go, but the closer and closer he got, the less confident he got. By the time he was close enough to reach out and touch her elbow, his mind was warning him not to bother her with his pathetic problems. Hastening his step, which had lost its strength, he moved past her and out the door. He kept walking, off the main path toward a secluded space around the corner, his things momentarily left behind.

Ririn knelt down once he was sufficiently hidden from anyone that might have tried to follow him, letting his breathing still has he berated himself for being such a coward. What am I going to do with myself, he thought dejectedly. He rocked back on the balls of his feet, letting himself fall back to sit on the grass. He looked up at the sky, which was settling in the darker part of the night, and stared at the moon and stars that were visible beyond the domes perimeter. He smiled a weak smile; he always liked the moonlight. The sun was too harsh, even on the mildest days. It burned him out, and made him feel too thin and invisible. He used to stay up some nights and hold his hand up to the moon, though. The night lights were much gentler on his skin, and sometimes when he tapped his imagination, he could feel that the soft light of the stars made his skin glow.

"I'll wait for them to leave. Then I'll go back in and get my stuff, and see if I can find a somewhere to nap a bit." He spoke to himself, in as reassuring a tone as he could manage. It helped him, sometimes, to tell himself what he was going to do next. It was calming. "I don't need to bother anyone about a room. I just need to find a tree or something. No big deal, Rin. You're a mess, mate. Honestly."

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Setting: 30th Century Earth2011-09-20 01:44:04, as written by Arctic Fury
Maen waited until everyone else had left the room before heading out himself. Most of them appeared to be heading off to their rooms, but the younger one apparently had other plans. He had already grabbed his axe and helmet and was heading outside, no doubt to get in a bit of training. Having gotten a good nights sleep, unlike most of the others, Maen wasn't feeling remotely tired. Instead, he decided he'd check out how the smaller one on the team handled himself.

It took him a little while to get to the training field, as he almost always walked at a leisurely pace. Upon arrival, he found his new teammate swinging the axe in a manner that showed he knew what he was doing, Lan is what they called him. Careful not to get in too close, Maen walked up to him. "You're pretty good with that thing. I'm glad I'm not your enemy!"

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Lan was completely immersed in her training: feeling the fluid movements of the axe in sync with the rhythm of her arm. So she jumped when she heard a voice behind her. She swung around, almost burying the large weapon into her new teammate...Mayan, or metalhead, or something like that. She honestly couldn't remember.

"Just remember to not scare me like that again, and you won't be. And thanks," she said, accepting his compliment with a slight smile while subtly warning him not to get on her bad side. She didn't particularly like being interrupted during training, especially not when surprised. "I'm sorry, I don't think I've formally introduced myself. My name is Lan Haringer--offensive melee and grunt are my roles." She put her axe on her back and extended her hand to him. She planned to act friendly for a while, just enough to get on everyone's good side. But really all she wanted was to shrug everyone off and be left alone to think of her miserable past and all she could do to prevent the horrible memories from replaying in her head. The last thing she wanted was to be depressed.

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Setting: 30th Century Earth2011-09-20 05:00:24, as written by Arctic Fury
Maen gave the boys hand a quick shake. "Maen Raboc. Offensive melee and grunt are my ro- I mean, long-range combat is how I role. I perform sniping duties."
Letting go of the Lans rather tender hands, he folded his arms across his chest. After getting a better look at him, the lad did have some strikingly feminine features, but then, that wasn't entirely unheard of. Summing it all up, their team had a CO that reminded him of some kind of Spartan from the storybooks, an irritable XO, a guy that had more ego flowing through his body than blood, himself and this kid. Seemed fine and dandy, he preferred a more chaotic team, usually meant less responsibility. Lan, on the other hand, seemed more the type to dwell over such things, as evidenced by his wanting to train up. "So, what do you think of the team?" he asked.

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Setting: City Barracks2011-09-20 05:24:59, as written by JokerofSpades
Logan had awoken from his power nap. It had been long enough to make his entire appearance change. After getting another shower, his unruly dull brown hair was sitting nicely on his head, his voice didn't sound the least bit gruff anymore and he actually felt a bit better. He lit himself a cigarette with his spider lighter and got dressed in his normal attire. He knew he should probably go out to train, so after getting himself ready to go out the door, he grabbed his spear. He loved the way it felt in his hands, like it was supposed to be: instead, those hands got more action with a scalpel. And they weren't too happy bout that.

He admired his spear for a couple seconds. The way both ends had blades made fighting with them look like a dance, with the sun shining off each end. It wasn't as heavy as it looked, but took time to master how to wield it. The black fibers that ran along the shaft made him smile, remembering his days at the Offensive Melee Section of the School. And because he wanted to make sure he still had it, he walked out the door and out into the training field. He didn't notice his 2 team mates out there, because he went straight towards a section of dummies that hadn't been violently abused yet. When he got there, he took his bag off his shoulder, and readied his stance, just like his dad taught him to so many years ago. His feet spread apart wider than most stances, his right hand behind his back holding the spear in the middle and his left hand in front of him. He then flew forward.

He cut through them with the brutality of any other soldier, but with the grace of a dancer. The spear twirled, stabbed, lunged, smacked and destroyed the dummies, all 12 of them. He stood there, satisfied with his work

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Setting: City Barracks2011-09-20 21:57:46, as written by blackwolt
Eve was glad that at least her co-commander didn’t mind that Eve was a 21 year old woman, or he was very good at covering it up. With the information on the Red Lancers Eve was able to begin drawing a picture of how to start off the attack. Her own squad however was hard to put into a group, the same way Alexander did with his, they were all very different individuals. One thing was for sure though; her team was put together in such a way that they easily would be able to keep a good overview of a fight.

Before Eve was able to answer Alexander, a third person had joined up, Aaron Blake. A move Eve had seen coming from a person like him, but she had had her hopes that he would have waited until he got a chance to yell at her in private. Instead his entire “wrath” struck her in the middle of a conversation with her co-commander and if that wasn’t enough he even defended her. Eve didn’t like when people tried to protect her in any way. Of cause she knew they did it with the intention of helping, but she felt it as if it would show other people that she was weak and needed others to look after her. She kept this inside her mind as the commander talked to Aaron, That man truly need someone to show him his place… Or maybe someone to understand him even? Eve’s eyes turned to the black case Aaron held on his back. What was his weapon again? Oh yeah a flame thrower. Eve suddenly smiled, she had just gotten a plan of how to commence the attack.

Eve turned towards Alexander, who stood in front of the door to their room “Thank you Alexander I will take it from here. I’m going to contact you as soon as I have some more information. Rest well.” And with those words spoken Eve turned around to meet the sight of Aaron once again. She walked up beside him “Your surely seem hungry, why don’t we discuss this matter in the cafeteria? I’ll buy you a well burned steak if you’d like it.” Eve began walking towards the cafeteria, while hoping that Aaron would follow her.

On the way she found her phone in one of the pockets in her trench coat. She dialed a number and put the phone to her ear “Good day it is Heart, I will need some information on the city Triticum as well as the K2 dome. I would appreciate a map and some info on their league teams and setup… Yeah I want all the information you can gather in 12 hours, and remember to keep this unofficial as always… Thank you. Just send the info to my mail as you find it.” She hung up and put the phone back into her pocket. Sometimes it is good to be a part of the Heart Corporation. She smiled once again.

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Maen, his name was. She giggled at his messed up sentence, but quickly covered it up with a cough. Men don't giggle, she reminded herself, giving her mind a mental slap. How could she be so careless? Oh well, this guy didn't seem too bright. But then again, the smartest ones were the ones who stayed quiet in the background. When he asked her the question about their team, she paused for a moment, turning them over in her mind.

"To be honest, I think we need a lot of work. That cocky Lenard fellow seems like he knows about fighting, but I also think that he's fake. I'm not sure about him. The XO has his nose a little to high in the air, and a stick a little too far up his ass. The commander is hard, but if I know his type as well as I think I do, he's got a soft spot somewhere inside that giant of a body of his. And you, you're pretty mysterious, with that helmet of yours over your head. I still don't know how to feel about you. But you seem pretty cool. As for me, I prefer to work individually. And I can go ahead and say that there is a lot you will probably never know about me, but none of it is important," she explained. She winked at him then continued, "Overall, we're a melting pot of completely random characters performing in this war-torn play. And Commander Lock has it in for him if he thinks he can whip us into shape soon."

She knew she was being brutally honest, but she didn't care. Maen seemed like a pretty trustworthy guy, regardless of the fact that she didn't even know what he looked like, so she went ahead and spoke her mind. She didn't notice Logan coming onto the practice field.

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Setting: City Barracks2011-09-21 00:13:28, as written by Varyar
Aaron went from angry to embarrass. Being rebuked by the man he admired didn’t make wonders for his morale, and he felt truly humiliated when the commander whispered at him, almost threatening, and left as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t just scold - and humiliated! - Aaron Blake! Blake resisted the urge to burn the commander during the night, but smiled when thinking about it...

Eve Heart muttered something to the respectable man, and then turned to Aaron, who was still shocked. Surprisingly, she was nice. Aaron expected resistance, because they all feel slightly superior, but instead his commander invited him to a friendly dinner. Blake wondered what she wanted from him... Suddenly she began to walk, and Blake had no choice but to follow her. He needed no further punishment, and the woman was his superior, after all ...

They reached the cafeteria, a dirty little place with nothing special. Blake sat down heavily in a fragile chair, which cracked and almost broke under Aaron and his equipment’s weight. He shouted to the kitchen, asking for a steak and water, and then began a complex ritual. Blake took the case from his back and carefully placed it on the floor. He opened it as if opening an ancient manuscript and started removing Betty piece by piece and putting her up on the dusty table. He began to inspect the flamethrower, lingering on each check, carefully polishing each part. He signaled Eve to begin the talk, implying that he would not interrupt the ritual, even though paying attention to what she would say. The commander would have to deal with that.

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Logan had heard what Lan had said about him, and was laughing really hard to himself. He nearly laughed out loud, but all that made it out of him was a little grunt of laughter. At least the dude had an opinion. A couple guys from his academy hated his guts for no reason, other than the fact that he whopped their ass everytime he fought, or took an exam. But what Lan said about the entire team was quite true: They were a bunch of random people who had nothing in common stuck together in a team. But maybe that was the point? Lock had said that their mission was to not only bring about the glory of this little dome, but to grow and build as a team. So, maybe the General has a cruel sense of humor, and wanted them all to rip each other apart. Logan didn't mind, he was the Medic after all: They may all hate him, but eventually they would all need him, it was just a matter of time. And what made him so deadly was the fact that he knew it.

Logan looked at all the butchered dummies and smiled to himself, glad he hadn't lost his touch while in Psycho school. That place was so boring when it wasn't productive. When Logan wasn't learning anything, he had been taught to sit there and do nothing, something to do with channeling mind energy. He didn't do that. He instead practised the technique he was famous for: The one that was called the Spider's Web. He called it that after the one guy gave him the nickname Spider.

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Setting: City Barracks2011-09-21 06:44:39, as written by AthenaUndying
Lan heard a grunt as she finished what she was saying and looked over towards one of the other soldiers on the field. But it wasn't just any 'other soldier', it was Logan, her XO whom she just insulted. Twice. Her cheeks turned bright red and she held her breath. She hoped he didn't hear him. That would have completely ruined the impression she felt she had made on her two commanders. Dammit, good going Lana, she scolded. Way to ruin yourself on the first day. Now that she had noticed him though, she felt like she had to say something to him, just in case he had seen her look over at him or heard what she said.

"Hello, Executive Logan," she called to him, saluting. He seemed to be admiring his excellent work in cutting up his dummies, and she immediately regretted interrupting him. Oh well, it's too late now. She didn't really know what to say to him, so she began to ask him questions and shower him with compliments. "You really butchered those dummies. I like the way you work. How do you feel about our team? And by the way, do you know who we're supposed to be rooming with? I never got the official room chart." Her sentences weren't connected at all, but she didn't care. She just tried to act casual about everything and kept smiling her slight smile.

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Logan sighed. Now the dude was trying to make up for insulting him? He sounded... like girl. It was kinda annoying, but he still laughed anyway.
"Dude, you didn't have to apologize. I was actually glad that somebody that the nerve to insult me. It's something I haven't seen in a while. Then you went and ruined it dude. Whatever" He twirled his spear around and grabbed his bag. "To answer your excuses for trying to hide your embarrassment..." He laughed. "I don't really care about our team. Lock will do what he needs to, I will too. Thats all i need. And i don't friggin know whose with who for rooms. All I know is that I am alone in mine."

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Ameriv was a master of ignoring and being ignored. It was the greatest way to avoid distractions and so focus on what was important. So it was that he did not involve himself with the others. He did not serve the general the same response. A man like the general was what Ameriv once aspired to be, a great warrior serving his dome. He was deserving of respect, perhaps the others were as well. They were present for the same reason as Ameriv and that would mean they are the warriors who serve Aequitas. They had yet to prove themselves. It was a mismatched bunch, not that Ameriv judged by appearances. He hardly judged at all, there was no need. He didn't need to know what they were like, he wasn't planning to spend time with them outside what was required. He had his own tasks that deserved his attention, else he would not maintain the level of skill he needed.

The briefing was as the young man expected, merely Verturum attempting to inspire his warriors. It had no effect on the monotonous sniper. All that was relevant was the intended tactics the general put forward. Ameriv didn't care what their target was as long as he could use the target dome's terrain to his advantage. He needed roosts, places where he had command of a battlefield through as scope. When questions were request he kept to himself, he would learn on the task. There was no need to interrupt others or waste his own time. With the dismissal he was quick to leave. He had not yet excavated himself from his previous home, yet he had few belongings and shifting them was hardly a chore.

With the moving complete Ameriv settled to sleep and recover from the previous night. He could not maintain the required level if fatigue dominated his mind.

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Setting: City Barracks2011-09-22 21:12:39, as written by wolf1992
"Remember, we are all relying on you and your teams to score us this needed victory

The words of the general seemed only to encourage Phyllis. She needed no knowledge of the chance of winning, nor of the consequences that would come if she was to fail the task given her. Each battle in the League would be one step closer to finding her father again, and she would be sure to keep that objective prioritized. Phyllis did not share any deep connections with Aequitas. Sure, the dome had originated from somewhat the same area of the Earth as her ancestors had, but for all she cared it was just another mobile city, another piece of a puzzle displaying the human legacy.

Eve’s strict expression drew Phyllis back to the reality. Phyllis’ face became a mixture of emotions: Eve’s expression made her worry, but her feelings were at the same time too confused from the inputs the General had given them. With Phyllis’ brain unable to cope with her feelings, Eve luckily announced her plans to retire to her room and then walked away, Phyllis spotting Blake in sharp pursuit. She decided to once again glance down at the holographic map, her thoughts moving elsewhere. “Triticum, huh?” she thought to herself in an inner monologue. “Being a crops-oriented dome they’re probably not heavy on psychokinetic users. Should be easy to charge their ranks”.

A soft noise towards the room’s exit made Phyllis aware that all of her fellow soldiers had left the room. “Better find a room and get this armor cleaned”, she thought to herself, her eyes slowly closing as a response to the once again growing sleepiness. A yawn came across her face as she moved down the hallway of the main building, her helmet striking against the side of her armor with every step. A slight annoyance with the helmet could be seen across Phyllis’ face, her normal style of fighting not including the use of said protection. Phyllis noticed that the amount of civilian staff visible had decreased over the course of the briefing. “The mess is probably overrun with people”, she noted to herself, her stomach responding with a quiet growl.

The league dormitory’s entrance came closer with every soft clank from her armored boots. As Phyllis walked through the entrance, a copy of the main building’s entrance albeit smaller, she noticed the dormitory assignments on the wall mounted screen. Skimming quickly through the list, she found herself assigned to room two. Not caring about the rest of the soldiers’ assigned rooms, she quickly paced her movement towards the supply room of the dormitory. Walking into the room filled with everything a soldier could want in maintenance supplies, she quickly decided upon a standard cleaning set needed to conduct maintenance on her medium armor.

Entering her assigned dormitory room, Phyllis noticed that she had been assigned to a two-bed room. “Surely they do not expect me to live with others?” she said softly to herself, her words structuring her sentences much easier when alone. Phyllis began to detach her armor from her body, the cleaning kit thrown down upon the white sheets of her chosen bed. As her hands became free of the armored shell, Phyllis noticed a small but noticeable tremor throughout her fingers, the prospects of finally going into real combat making her body flow with adrenaline.

With most of her armor off and cleaned, only the chest piece and legs remaining on her body, the lack of sleep was finally wearing Phyllis down. She quickly undid the two lasts pieces, pushed all the armor to the end of the bed and slipped into the sheets, her shock-absorbing suit still on. “Nobody’s going to care after what I did this night”, she assured herself, the empty void of sleep closing in on her fast.

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Setting: City Barracks2011-09-22 22:10:30, as written by blackwolt
Eve observed Aaron, in front of her, while he was going through the black case, picking up small metal parts and cleaning them at the table. Seems like everyone has their own habits “It seems like you don’t like the fact that I am your superior.” She folded her hands in front of her “I do understand you at some point, but this is how it is.” A girl came from the canteen and placed a steak and a glass of water in front of Aaron. Eve caught the attention of the person “A can of Swiftness.” Swiftness was a more or less normal energizer in the dome.

Eve didn’t speak for some time; instead she looked around the canteen. She saw a group of young soldiers look at her then talk a bit then look at her again, seeing a woman with her age and beauty in the barracks wasn’t something you would see every day. Eve smiled towards them and waved. “We all have masks Blake.” The girl that had been there with the steak to Aaron came back and placed a can of Swiftness in front of Eve, then she returned to the canteen. “We develop masks the older we get and the more people we meet, for example I am using my cute mask towards those soldiers over there.” She turned her head towards Aaron. “I have more masks than the most people in my age, and you will see that I use them to benefit my needs, and my needs alone.” She smiled but with a rather creepy smile. “That’s how I am; manipulating.” She opened the can in front of her and took a sip of it. “Why would I tell someone like you this?... Well it seems like people think you a quite insane.” She giggled “Another feature I like about you indeed. You aren’t like everyone else, and through that they call you a maniac. Am I right?” She took another sip of the can. If people knew my real intentions they would surely think the same about me though.

The mobile in her pocket vibrated, she picked it up and looked at the display. Her face expression had turned rather feeless while she was tapping on the phone. “Perfect” Eve leaned towards Aaron in order to whisper into his ears “Tell me; have you ever heard the sound of burning crops?” The creepy smile was back on her lips.

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"Dude, you didn't have to apologize. I was actually glad that somebody that the nerve to insult me. It's something I haven't seen in a while. Then you went and ruined it dude. Whatever" Logan said. This made Lan blush again, this time out of aggravation instead of embarrassment. You try to be nice and this is what you get? Geez, the army is a bitch. Especially this guy. she thought.

"To answer your excuses for trying to hide your embarrassment...I don't really care about our team. Lock will do what he needs to, I will too. Thats all i need. And i don't friggin know whose with who for rooms. All I know is that I am alone in mine." This guy really did think he was cool as ice. His whole attitude towards everything was annoying and to be frank, she didn't like him at all.

"Thank you for your help," she said sarcastically and, smiling, turned away and walked off the practice field. She decided to get him out of her head as soon as possible; she didn't like to dwell on things she didn't like. So to distract herself, she stopped by the mess hall to grab a snack and walked around for a bit, trying to clear her mind and think of the big battle coming up. How would they do? Would they be successful? Will they gain the harvest town? She knew that Aequitas wasn't the wealthiest place in the world. She was "lucky" to have been adopted by one of the most notable families in the city. But she wouldn't go back there. She would chose this life over that one any day.

She eventually found herself heading towards her newly assigned room. She assumed that her things would be taken up, so she would just have to go unpack. She was also told she would be sharing a room with someone, but she didn't know who yet. She wondered if they would have given her her own room if they knew she was a girl. Oh well, she was fine with this situation. It would just be harder to keep her gender a secret, but she would manage. She had come this far.

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Setting: 30th Century Earth2011-09-23 03:58:30, as written by Varyar
Aaron rejoiced when he heard exactly what he thought he would hear. Then he was believed to be mad? He always thought that people with small minds would judge him that way. But what is insanity? Strange behavior to the eyes of society, perhaps? But then, if society dictates what is madness ... In a world where everyone is insane ... How to prove that you are the only sane one?

Aaron shook his head when hearing about the masks. He ostensibly began to polish the macabre fireproof armor helmet. Its color was dark brown, almost black, made of the same material as the rest of the armor, able to withstand high temperatures without heating up. The helmet was composed of two parts: there was the helmet itself, protecting the entire head and the face and docked with the chest armor, and there was the mask. The mask was placed over the helmet, and it was far more sophisticated than it seemed. It had an antenna, which collected all the information that reached the screen that was projected in front of Blake's face. This screen gave Blake an advantage, for it projected a peripheral and telescopic vision of what laid ahead, besides projecting Aaron’s vital signs. The three bright red crystals embedded in the face of the mask were purely decorative, but when Betty was spitting fury the crystals sparkled, and when Blake wore the mask it seemed that he was not human but a monster, coming from hell to seek souls and bring them back to the deep pits where he came from.

While he polished the crystals Aaron thought about what Eve had said. She was right. Even Blake had masks.

Then his commander leaned over and whispered to Aaron. At this point Aaron couldn’t help opening a smile on his face. The idea was tempting ... Way too tempting to pass up. He turned to Eve, who was also smiling in a macabre way, and that made Blake laugh. The young soldiers at the end of the cafeteria looked back quietly, and even the waitress who served Blake came back to see what was happening. It was a guttural, cruel and sadistic laugh, and made Aaron feel really alive.

The huge soldier then carefully placed the sophisticated helmet down and stood up, causing the chair to squeak reliefed. He was still laughing, and with a smile on the face Blake muttered to Eve:

"Now we understand each other."

Then Blake made an effort to get serious, and his effort was pathetic, which caused a grimace on his face. He saluted, and as he had done this very few times in his life, the gesture came out with a comic and ironic tone. Then he said aloud for all to hear:

"Soldier Aaron Blake reporting for duty, ma’am! Where can I be of use? "And by adding that last question Aaron's eyes sparkled.

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Logan knew it. From the moment Lan was introduced, something odd was going on in that giant suit of armor. Nobody wore that thick of armor and kept the damn helmet on, and expected to pass for being some ordinary dude. That was just stupid, and Logan was feeling quite smart now that he had put the pieces together. It didn't take him too long to figure out about Lan, as he was kinda obvious. Guys that were aggravated clenched their fists, snarled, showed something that made them look tougher. Lan, on the other hand, sounded like he was gunna stutter something out, and Logan guessed that he was blushing under that big ass helmet he wore. So Logan narrowed it down to 3 options:
1. Lan was a dude, but gay.
2. Lan was a dude, but had some serious issues with how to be a guy. Maybe even a tranny, or mutation.
3. Lan was a girl.

Every option would be exploited, every option would be tested. Cause that is how Logan worked: Finding the answer by manipulation, exploitation, or just ripping off that stupid helmet. All three of his options were quite liable, each one of them having their own reasons for being that way. Logan smiled, as if Lan had signaled a little challenge between both of them that there was a miniature competition between the two. And Logan hated losing.

Challenge: Accepted.

The League of Origins: Out Of Character (OOC)

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A pity. It was a good idea... Catch you on the next one, I suppose.


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It would seem my last post never was submitted to this forum. Weird. Anyway, to recap it:

As all participants probably have guessed, this roleplay is officially dead.

It was a pleasure while it lasted; unfortunately, it didn't last long.


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I'm waiting for Maen to reply to me. Unless he has and I just didn't notice.


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Varyar wrote:Hey everyone... I'm sorry to say this, but I'm leaving this RP. I'm at the end of the semester in school, and things are tough. I can barely keep up with my old RP, I won't be able to continue to ropleplay this one. I want to thank you all, this has been very fun, the League of Origins universe is awesome and amazingly creative, and everyone interacts in a wonderful way. I'm sure I'll regret this decision, and I might be coming back here from time to time, but I can't keep up with two RPs, at least not with enough frequency. I'm chosing to stay with the other one only because I started it first, and it would be unfair to leave it. Anyway, thanks a lot, I love you all, don't hate me forever, peace!
Oh, and give Aaron an honorable death... Dying in the fire, alongside with Betty...


That's too bad. It was a pleasure RP'ing with you.

On another note: People, we really need some activity or this RP is going to die...
It's quite a long time since any activity has been posted, so it would be nice if you'd at least tell us here in the OOC why our roleplay has slowed down so drastically.


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Will do! D: Sorry to see you leave dude.


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Hey everyone... I'm sorry to say this, but I'm leaving this RP. I'm at the end of the semester in school, and things are tough. I can barely keep up with my old RP, I won't be able to continue to ropleplay this one. I want to thank you all, this has been very fun, the League of Origins universe is awesome and amazingly creative, and everyone interacts in a wonderful way. I'm sure I'll regret this decision, and I might be coming back here from time to time, but I can't keep up with two RPs, at least not with enough frequency. I'm chosing to stay with the other one only because I started it first, and it would be unfair to leave it. Anyway, thanks a lot, I love you all, don't hate me forever, peace!
Oh, and give Aaron an honorable death... Dying in the fire, alongside with Betty...



Re: [OOC] The League of Origins

It would be nice to hear some update from you guys, seeing as it has been over a week since the last activity besides mine.


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Just to let you guys know, now that we've moved on a bit I intend to post again. However, this week has been a bit busy for me (which is made even worse because there are some things more pleasurable activities that I'm missing out on because of that), and so I'll be getting it up when I can. Probably before the weekend, I'll be able to sit down and post.

Here's looking forward to getting this combat started! (Within a few more posts anyway)


Re: [OOC] The League of Origins

Sorry I haven't been writing much in here lately. I will have my next post up by tomorrow (unless something comes in my way).

If there is anyone that has a hard time keeping up or have something on their mind (thinking about this roleplay) then please tell me, I hope we can keep this roleplay alive for a lot of time. And remember peeps; now that we have made the introductions it is only going to be more fun doing this roleplay ;D

Keep it up everybody


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Hydrall wrote:So should we timeskip to then now? I'd prefer this stay alive...


Well, just write your post as if it covered the whole day prior to the battle.

As I wrote before, I've really been busy this weekend, so my post is still not ready to be posted. I will find the time to finish it tonight and post it.

EDIT: Post is UP, UP, UP, UP ^^


Re: [OOC] The League of Origins

So should we timeskip to then now? I'd prefer this stay alive...


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I see our daily activity has gone down quite a bit. You guys already suffering from writer's block?

I am currently writing my next post, although I am quite busy these days attending a workshop thingy in the other end of the country... therefore, I have only managed to write part of my post.

I have tried to contact people regarding some interaction if they wanted to do so during our time skip (forward to the pre-battle prep).

It would be nice if people would meet once again outside the briefing room at about 10.30 PM (by order of the General).


Re: [OOC] The League of Origins

Fine by me, Aaron is sleeping like a baby anyway. Burning stuff kinda does that to him. So let's get to killing! Oh, I mean, harmlessly disarm.


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SasoriRinku wrote:In response to Blackwolt,

Ririn is actually good for the night. I know he talked about going back and getting his stuff, but I don't think I actually need make another post for that. Consider me ready to move on. (I'm actually surprised that I've gotten by on only two posts so far...)

For the rest of you, hop to it! I'm ready to get to the butt-kicking part. And by that I mean, watching the rest of you do the butt-kicking while I stand back and laugh.


Just for your info, Phyllis will hold you to your word and have your character literally laughing his ass off.


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In response to Blackwolt,

Ririn is actually good for the night. I know he talked about going back and getting his stuff, but I don't think I actually need make another post for that. Consider me ready to move on. (I'm actually surprised that I've gotten by on only two posts so far...)

For the rest of you, hop to it! I'm ready to get to the butt-kicking part. And by that I mean, watching the rest of you do the butt-kicking while I stand back and laugh.


Re: [OOC] The League of Origins

We'll do as wolf proposed, if any of you want to end whatever your character is doing right now, please inform us and start working on your posts. If we don't hear anything from any of you before the end of the week (be it pm. or here in the ooc), we will jump around 30 hours in time of the RP.


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JokerofSpades wrote:Disarm hm...
You mean, like, chopping off their arms? Sounds kinda harsh...

XD


Disarm as in remove their weapons from them. I never said anything about making them handicapped for life :)
Things are going a bit slow with my next post, these last couple of days having been quite hectic.

As I said before, I propose that we move through this next day rather quickly and get to the battle preparations. I know some of your characters are not asleep yet (but most are).


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Disarm hm...
You mean, like, chopping off their arms? Sounds kinda harsh...

XD


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Arctic Fury wrote:The majority of the weapons I'm seeing people using seem to be quite lethal. I thought the league games were a non-lethal thing?


For the sake of humanity ranged people will be expected to use paralyzing or otherwise non-lethal rounds, while melee soldiers will be expected only to disarm an opponent. I hope people will remember this when we enter battle ^^