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 Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 12:41 pm
In the world, universe, time and place where your RPC normally resides.
Walking from one place to another your character sees something sparkle beside the road/walkway/path/bridge. Upon closer examination it is a long, sharp on one side, blade of metal. Well polished, the end that isn't a point is tucked into what would appear to be a handle with a hand guard.
Now, what does your character do? Would your character even bother to look close enough to notice what it is?
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 12:35 am
Seeing how you described it so well. It's clearly some sort of sword. But there are a few things I would look closely for. I would want to see if there was a smith's stamp on it (on the blade near the hilt mostly), see if it has some form of identification of current owner, and ensure that it isn't a cursed weapon; though I don't know how I'd be able to verify that without equipping it (without randomly spawning a "sense evil" spell).
Most characters I like to RP with have very good melee skills, AND some magic. Though the magic is usually FAR weaker than normal. And I try to keep all the magic skills based off of natural surroundings. And a sense evil spell wouldn't be in my repertoire. Though I could keep an eye on the wildlife in the area (if there were none at all, I'd be especially nervous):
I'd see if they seem to be ill at ease, or nervous.
If so, I'd try to note the range of animals with said nervousness.
Would it be centered on the blade, or would their attention be elsewhere.
If I sensed no nervousness from the critters, I'd probably be more willing to check out the weapon.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 7:33 am
I left much of the description to the RPer, because I like the idea of just giving a pushing off point and letting the RPer get creative.
I thought it would be interesting to see the different types of swords and details different people come up with, and how previous posts effect the newer posts.
There is also an issue that each normal environment of the RPC is so different that one sword description would be too out of place in some. In a world where swords are banned, how would someone get a sword with jewels in it, and in a word where swords are commonly used jewels would be out of place. However in a world and location of royal and noble residents, jeweled swords would be the most common.
As an exercise, with something that strange in the world, it could just become a challenge, but it could easily tell its own story based on the restrictions of the environment. I suppose it is a toss up on what is attempted to be accomplished by this.
If I were to mention a brand on it an RPC who generally would not look for one might look for one first. (This is just one of my petpeeves.)
If you understood anything from this, I'll give you a cookie.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 12:05 pm
hmmm...
what she'd do would be to condense the moisture around the handle of the blade into ice triggering any booby traps attached to it safely then, using the ice she'd pick it up which shouldn't trigger any curses (assuming they active on contact with skin, as the ice is preventing the metal from touching her skin) and test it's weight as she can only wield one handed blades mostly Rapiers or similar light to light-medium weight bladed weapons then assuming its the right weight she'd practice with it, swing it around a few times get the feel of it, then lean it against a tree or a rock and walk off
she wouldn't need it, she always carries a custom made rapier on her and can easily freeze the moisture into an ice form of the said found weapon
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 1:17 pm
What you were saying in your second post makes me think of how I usually ask questions. For instance, if you thought a certain chair was small, you wouldn't ask someone if the chair was small, because they'd be prejudiced to look at the size. You would really want to say "What do you think of this chair?", and see if they mentioned anything about size. Sometimes that means you don't quite get the answer you want, but I think it helps more than it hurts.
And don't worry; I'll do the actual role-play exercise later. Unfortunately, I'm all role-played out right now.
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 6:36 pm
If I decided I didn't need said blade, I might even try to give it some kind of nature's blessing on the sword. Providing it wasn't cursed in the first place.
I have now set up a thread with my main character type, and his skills. Yes he has a lot of skills, but those would only be there after he adventured for quite a while.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 8:17 am
Seeing as I normally do Bleach RP, then it’s really a question of what world my character, Aine, is in at the time. Since that would usually be the Living World…something glinting in the sunlight would catch her attention easily, not just for the fact that it’s shiny but because of training all Shinigami have undergone, the bright flash of metal is something that their eyes would find instantly if only for defensive purposes. Seeing as it’s the Living World, I’d have her jump out of her gigai or gigai alternative before investigating it further.
Being in the Living World, the sword most likely wouldn’t have any sort of booby traps or strange effects, it would most likely be a replica someone discarded or an Asauchi lost by a Shinigami not powerful enough to have their own unique zanpakutou. Being courteous as she is, I would have her take the sword away and keep it with her belongings as to keep people from finding it and let the blade rest in a more dignified place. She definitely wouldn’t use it, as she already has the use of her own zanpakutou and is picky about wielding other swords…So, until she might be able to find its owner, if that’s even possible, the sword would sit in her apartment as more of a decoration than anything.
Then of course for later posts, I could have her find the owner and maybe play out the interaction that would happen. She’s not exactly the nicest person and would find it funny to play cat and mouse with the owner for her own amusement. All in all the posts would probably be full of stupidly witty things that are running through her head in a monologue or something like that.
Eh, but that’s just what I’d make Aine do. The Bleach universe doesn’t lend itself well to having spell-wrapped items that could kill or curse you if you touched them or other such things. The culture difference is a bit difficult to articulate too.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 11:37 am
Rachel was taking a stroll in a wooded area, walking along unseen paths looking for the route with the least amount of underbrush. Her waist-length, defiantly wavy hair was pulled back into a simple pony tail that began where her scalp met her neck.
"Ug" she complained, pulling the tip of a branch from a small tree out of her hair. The band holding her hair back was no longer tight, with hair loops coming out at the top. She stopped, and pulled her pony tail in two directions, forcing the band up.
Rachel looked around at her surroundings, found a path, and jogged over until she was forced to slow down to maneuver around thorny and regular branches. Looking in the direction of her destination she shielded her eyes from the sun; then realized that something other then the sun is creating light, something on the ground. She quickly maked her way over there, getting hit in the face with a limb along the way.
As she neared the object she began the see the shape. Something metal, something long... She realized that it's a sword and pauses, staring down at it. She glanced around nervously, checking to she if anyone was around, which of course there wasn't. She then squatted down next to it, and just looked at it.
The blade looks real, it reflects light like metal and one edge appears to taper to a sharp side. The guard and hilt look like something out of a television show. She glances around again, before her gaze returns to the blade. She reaches out a hand to the hilt, but draws it back before her fingertips can even brush it. She looks around again, slowly standing up.
She wants to examine it, to hold it, perhaps to keep it. She does not see any obvious signs of it being hidden or of blood; or any easy reason that it might be linked to a negative activity. She takes a step back wondering if she is making a wrong choice. Thinking of books she had read that started so similarly to this, books of new worlds and new places to explore.
Unwillingly she shakes her head, telling herself, reminding herself, that this is all there is. Reality is one and only one world, with plenty of places to explore, even here. Slowly she walks back to her home, all the while looking back and wondering what could have been+.
She would tell no one of this venture directly, but it would slowly leak into her chatter. Perhaps in the form of asking friends what they would do, or just finding story ideas to write about based loosely on her thoughts of what could have happened.
Before it would leak in those forms, her curiosity would guide her. It guided her to take a walk just three days later to try and find it again. She couldn't find it, she looked even in areas she didn't recall being in that last walk, but after two hours opted to return, unsuccessful. The next week, four more days and one more walk later, is when she was no longer able to fully prevent herself from the previously mentioned outlets. For a few weeks she would go on walks more frequently than normal, but to no avail.
Thoughts of what could have happened put her to sleep and fueled many dreams and nightmares. As time passed she slowly began thinking that it might not have truly happened, until the day came when she would no longer recall this event on a regular basis. Occasionally something would trigger the recollection of her hidden obsession; but would discard the thought as a mere dream, story, or as imagination. Sometimes she would do so causally, easily; but other times she had to force the idea and her curiosity back to reality.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 2:37 pm
((idk im trying to make a storyline type thing, this isnt to be confused with the storyline switcher... there is none to switch... lol! just trying to make a twist))
walking towards the mysterious object Nyx knelt over on the ground. Upon further examination and a minute of digging he was ready to pull it out...
Nyx tugged on the strange object but couldn't lift it. His master told him to make haste through the woods to deliver the message, what it said he did not know, yet it was forbidden to.
"how much would this shiny object fetch at the village meeting?" he thought to himself.
he tugged with all the ferocity inside of him that he could well up. it snapped out into his hand, and like a game of tug o war, he stumbled back.
It was a metal case, with what? he opened it.
inside the metal case was a metal bound book. he touched it and it began to glow. it said Ijournal, last entry, year 2247. He was puzzled, he never seen anything like it before! Not just that, but that he thought the year was 135. Thats what his father told him, all his life.
He started to read the mysterious glowing tablet.
"Date log, april 13, 2245.
My family ran to this utopia to escape nuclear warfare. If this message ever gets out, well be trying to start a new life... for all it might be worth. Maybe we can help civilization by starting anew, free from hate, free from discrimination fr..."
that was the last word on it. he dared not touch it, or read it any further, so he buried it once more.
He only heard of cleansing fire from the sky, destroying everything it touched, melted the sinners, and burned the saints. They also told him of the creatures in the woods lurking, waiting for him, how mutated they were. How grotesque they were.
After seeing this though he walked into the forbidden area and never stopped.
Until he walked through thick brush, then out into a field. The field looked like the village fire pit. Filled with the cleansing embers he once heard of. He looked around. No monsters, no grotesque beasts, only desert, and ash.
He kept walking... and never returned to the place he was before, starting anew like his talisman said.
((yeh maybe a bit over-done, just let my imagination loose though, see any mistakes please say! i love constructive criticism.))
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 5:05 pm
If Fefnir had found a sword, being a shinigami from the Bleach universe like Aine, he would most likely assume it was a shinigami's and would see if it had some remnant of spiritual pressure to identify an owner. If he were unable to find any, he would take it back to Squad 9 with him to examine it against the computer databases containing all regulated information in the soul society, since this would include sword style, guard shape, and any significant facts about it's owner. If it were an Asuachi, a nameless sword, Fefnir would most likely destroy it ceremoniously, deeming it's owner careless and justly defenseless. Alternatively, he might pass the sword on to the Squad 11 captain, the sword fighting squad, as a spare or something.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 4:17 am
I'm going to do this one biggrin
It looks like fun.
I just gotta post in my own rp first.. before I get murdered >_> <_<
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 5:46 am
Take my hand -- this one last time
face the world -- before us
the warrior inside
『†』V i c e ◦ R y l a n d 『†』 ◦ - ◦ - ◦ - ◦ - ◦ - ◦ - ◦ - ◦ - ◦ - ◦  The early afternoon sun melted down on the town, subsequently melting the townspeople. It was a small city, on the coast of Arizona, obviously explaining the heat, but it was even pushing it for July. High 90s forecast for the rest of the week - and it was only Wednesday.
Vice sighed halfheartedly as she walked, her feet dragging along on the dusty path. It wasn't a particularly good day to take a walk, seeing as the smoldering hot temperature of the noontime sun was definitely peaking at what she thought to be at least a hundred degrees.. but, still, Vice dragged on, having had no alternative towards transportation.
On she walked, slowly, like a turtle stuck in peanut butter, sweat already beading from her forehead and running down her face. Fanning herself lightly with her hand, Vice panted, cursing herself inwardly for not investing in a car before summer rolled around. A small smirk made itself present on her face as she thought of driving around with the AC on full blast, sheltered from the blistering heat of the Arizona sun. No such luck. Frowning to herself, Vice sighed, trying to muster the strength to get her feet to move.
It hadn't been her idea to go anywhere. No, Vice would have planted herself in front of the rotating fan in the living room instead - but Emiko had called, frantically spazzing about some date she was going on later, and had called Vice for help on choosing an outfit. Of course, Vice's mother was busy at work with the car - and her father.. well, he was living somewhere in Greenland with a new wife named Odette.
It would have been easier, had Vice unpacked her bicycle, but that had been hiding at the back of the garage for some time now, and she wasn't about to break several bones and most of her morale trying to get it out from underneath the stacks of pictures, knickknacks and cookbooks her mother hoarded.
Letting out a pained growl, Vice trudged onwards, trying not to think of such enraging thoughts. She supposed she had gotten herself into this predicament. Tugging idly at her white tank top, Vice tried to get some air to her overheating skin. This temperature was utterly ridiculous.
A few of the stray strands of hair that one would normally have called a fringe stuck to her forehead, wet with perspiration. The little pack she was carrying didn't really help either. Extra weight meant it was even more exhausting of a task.
Vice closed her eyes in frustration, rubbing them before opening them again - scanning her surroundings. Judging from where she was on the path, it would be at least another five minutes until she'd get to Emiko's, at which point in time, she'd collapse on the floor, most likely. Rolling her chocolate brown eyes at herself, Vice kept walking slowly, her optics idly scanning the surroundings.
It wasn't until a few moments later that she actually saw it.
A shining, blinding reflection of the sun hit her off guard, obviously something metal gleaming in the sun as she got to the top of the small hill. For a moment, Vice simply stared at it, a raging feeling bubbling up inside of her. "Oh you have got to be kidding me."
It was nothing new to Vice. She had seen that same ancient sword at least thirty times before. That same stupid sword that she was somehow bound to. Gritting her teeth, Vice trudged towards it, her flat sandals kicking up the dust as she went. It stood upright, stuck in the soil, like all the other times she had been forced to use it.
That same sword, engraved with the word 'Warrior' on the hilt, with the same stupid flamboyant ruby red tassel. Vice gazed angrily at it, now thoroughly annoyed.
The sword had a way of showing up whenever her ancestors wanted her to fight someone... and when it appeared, Vice knew she had to take it, or be killed - for the someone she was supposed to dispose of, was always close by, and most times, the opposing faction wanted to kill her too.
Growling lightly, Vice slipped her little backpack off of her shoulders, idly cracking her knuckles before wrapping her long, feminine fingers around the hilt of the sword, tugging it out of the ground with one swift motion; her brown eyes scanning the flourishing green trees and slightly dry grass around her, watching for any form of movement.
"Bring it." ◦ - ◦ - ◦ - ◦ - ◦ - ◦ - ◦ - ◦ - ◦ - ◦ ----
Ha okay, so it's a bit long but I got a little carried away.
Anyways, I don't really have any one specific RP character, I make them up to fit the RP I'm in - so I just made this girl up.
Any critique other than "it's too long"?
XD
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 11:09 am
You ended it before you reached novel size? Not cool, I want to know what happens! whee
You did end it well. You explained the premise, led the reader into the idea of just a normal girl fantastically, then ended it. At the current point it is rather predictable, except perhaps, what she is suppost to fight. Such as, are they demons, spirits, bounty hunters... But it certainly held my interest. I forgot to look for errors, and likely read to fast to notice any obvious ones.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 11:35 am
Hehe >w<
I wanted to write more, but thought that would be a little too long rofl.
More than likely it would have reached 389478395745 words and then no one would read it XD
Thank you ^_^
I might continue this later. I turned it into a little rp with two others.. but it's not quite working the way I had imagined ^^; I might just write it little by little. Actually it would make an interesting short story.
I looove doing prompts like this, so much fun, I demand more biggrin
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 12:16 pm
I think there is a time warp thread in this forum, and if you can think of any prompts you can make more.
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