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Synnadine wrote:

To be fair even without the pictures, you're always 100% free to ask questions and I'll answer to the best of my ability!

Oh thank you! I’ve been working on reading through peoples fact books.

Ban jae-hwa wrote:

Oh thank you! I’ve been working on reading through peoples fact books.

Low key, basically all of my factbooks are out of date. Some more so than others.... XD

Ban jae-hwa wrote:

Oh. Well... darn.

Most of them are just updates with new information that is lacking, I can't really think of any that are just outright wrong now except my Savior Factbook (they've been totally reworked).

Welp, here's to the first day on the trek to my second Quarter Century

ZOCOM wrote:

Very quiet

Sorry... I have COVID so I’m a bit out of it.

History, as everyone knows, likes to repeat itself. Vast changes in societies and technology lead to rediscovery of past ways of life. In the modern age of Threat Assessment, and the ability to track dangerous individuals and weaponry through satellite surveillance, crimes as they were known in the years before vastly decreased in number. It is harder to smuggle weapons or use guns in crimes deeper in Vedran and other modern nations utilizing this technology. High Threat Targets especially found crimes difficult to commit when their TAS is so easy to track. The fiasco Weston had to contain with the Vedrani government when they were about to discover tens of thousands of G-Rank individuals in one city was evidence of that. So the common thug and organized crime alike were forced to return to older methods, harder to track on such a low power scale. The use of fists and advanced fighting techniques, new surges of unarmed clashes and crimes rose to replace gun violence where it could. Some few found ways of gaming the system even further, underhanded tactics to turn Threat Assessment against itself. The technology was halfway there in the Limiters used in the Reonne fighting tournaments and games. All it would take for a particularly daring and powerful individual to gain an advantage against their competitors, mundane and not, would be to cross the finish line.

Unknown City, 8:58 AM

Even in the morning in this packed part of the city, the restaurants are churning out food and bills at a breakneck pace to keep up with the unending traffic. One particular noodle joint has every table and barstool packed, with a number of people milling outside trying to decide if they want to wait for an opening or go try their luck elsewhere. Many of them look with a mix of envy and indignation at the open seats at the bar around two men, before realizing who they are and avoiding looking at them altogether. There's no surprise that the economy is doing well and businesses are booming. There's money to be had and won. The majority of the population are able to dress very well. But the amount of money put into their perfectly tailored and eye-catching suits and shoes expensive enough to buy a sports atmo. Both men are well muscled even under their suits, but the man with the shaved head and spotless white suit is massive, well over six foot and looking to be at least 280 pounds of pure muscle and bulk. The black dress shirt underneath it contrasts against it, not that anyone besides workers behind the counter would notice. His companion draws less attention than the giant, long auburn hair is cut right at the shoulders, curling upwards slightly at the ends as it lacks the length and weight to keep dropping straight down. His black suit and burgundy shirt boasts a little more color, but next to the far larger man he draws far less attention. But the dangerous air between the two of them, along with the eyepatch implant over the younger man's left eye is enough to keep the seats next to them vacant. They are organized crime. Accarsi. The mob. Their origins are steeped in folklore, but is accepted in every day life. There are a number of families across Purira, some more under control than others, but difficult to pin down by law enforcement. Either by force, laws, or money lining their pockets to look the other way. The giant is well known in the area as Perrier Touvinat the Giant, a major member of the Accarsi controlling near half of the city's underworld. Things with him being involved in the area aren't so bad, as small time criminals learn quick to stay out of their territory, but citizens and the law stay wary of his movements whenever he is traveling, especially outside his normal retinue of guards. Only having one man with him, and not an Accarsi from around here, is most odd. Very few of the long time residents of the town would recognize him if they got a good long look at him. It has been a while since he has been home.

"To think you would be able to put down three bowls so quickly after everything you ate last night, haha, you have to try harder to get as big as me." Perrier slaps his junior's shoulder with a laugh, gaining an annoyed look out of the man's one good eye. "Oh, thinking yourself too big for some tough love from the man who raised you, now that you answer to the boss eh?"

Saban Nito, former member of the Touvina family that Perrier is in huffs as he slurps down what he had in his mouth before Perrier tried to get him to bite his tongue off. "If you think that's love I'm worried about your mistress. She still alive?"

"Which one? Hahaha! Hah, you really are eating a lot more, yet you're still skin and bones. Part of the new job?"

"In a way." Saban shovels more new noodles into his mouth before finishing the bowl quickly. His old mentor and the man who brought him into the life after spending most of his childhood bouncing between orphanages watches him silently.

"I see you lost your eye."

"Mhm."

"Cost of initiation."

"Mhm."

"Leaving this life is difficult enough. If I had known how far you would get..."

"What is there to go to?" Saban's empty bowl is pushed away by a hand before it grabs his drink and downs a swig. "The Accarsi gave me a life. YOU gave me a life. If it weren't for you I'd probably be in lockup or dead for something stupid. Or living on the streets. I'm happy where I'm at."

"Yeah."

"This right here..." Saban taps the composite eyepatch with a finger, two implant paths each an inch long stretch out from under it, both traveling diagonal across his face, one splitting his eyebrow and the other built into his cheekbone. "Is an easy price to pay."

"If you say so kid. I don't know how long he's known about you, or how long he was scouting you, but you look a lot different in just two years. How old are you now? Twenty-five?"

"Twenny-six."

"Ah, still a little brat then."

"Tch." The exasperation has a bite of humor to it, catching a day with his father figure was a good idea.

"And because you're just a brat, consider this my treat. I expect you to pay me back real nice now."

"Any time boss," Saban gets up first, becoming composed and a proper Accarsi as he escorts his former Boss out of the restaurant.

"I'm thinking the Ovait, how long are those waiting lists?"

"18 months boss."

"Only that?" Perrier grins as they part ways on the street, Saban remaining on the sidewalk as three atmoa arrive, unloading Accarsi. Two join Perrier in the center Atmo, the giant pressing a button to allow sound to pass through the window clearly. "Why don't you set us up reservation for your third year working for the boss direct, eh? I can taste Paradise already!" Perrier motions for the driver and the three atmos take off again to join with the traffic above the street. Saban shakes his head and huffs again, having only three months to get a reservation ready for who knows how many guests. That'll be expensive.

I'll have to get started on that after meeting with the boss tonight. Saban starts walking down the street, having no plans in mind to preoccupy him for the next twelve hours.

ZOCOM wrote:

Both of the Zoconian's look at each other after Sam calls them out for not knowing much about the world around them besides their own homeland. In Felix's case it could be excused somewhat, he was a 16 year old physically who spent long periods of time training in places with little to no time impact on him. He's never really thought of getting educated on the rest of the setor, since for the most part he feels he will be dragged to these places by more outgoing people.

With Duncan, he was very much ashamed with his lack of knowledge on the matter, seeing as exploration and immersing himself in other cultures was something he was rather set on before the whole Salem debacle. That being pretty much the only reason why he cold be excused from it. "I suppose it is painfully obvious. But once things start getting stable I plan on making up for lost time."

Felix listens up to the pointers that Sam tosses his way, not that Felix wanted to get an actual robotic arm in the first place, something that he was getting more reasons to not get one with Sam's reasoning. Using metal sounded like a neat idea, but Felix realised that he won't be able to do that anytime soon seeing as he was in a Wabachan hospital. He couldn't just take a chunk of wall for his new arm without it being an immediate issue.

From the sounds of it, being a fighter of their calibre and not having some kind of regeneration must suck. A single bad hit could knock out your fighting status if it doesn't wind up with you dead. The ludicrous potential price being something that was way beyond most people's ability to pay.

"Yeah, so metal nature it is then." There was also the possibility of one of his people being potentially able to bring the lost arm back. But they would need to find a healer powerful enough to do that, regeneration magic did already exist to high level mages who pursue it. But that in itself is an issue. Since regrowing a limb from a mangled socket that has already been healed over would be bad enough, they were dealing with a body like his, something currently going through a violent sense of change. Finding a healer like that amongst the living would be very hard. Nevermind the potential cost of that too. "I won't be able to make any of my own unless I get permission to do that somewhere in Wabacha where I won't destroy anything."

Sam looks a little perplexed as Felix speaks, before making a realization. "Don't forget, you can manifest your aura itself into the nature. It requires more reserves, but since it's a solid nature it will effectively sustain itself once you create it. I mean, you could use existing metal sources, but like you said...you'd need permission from Wabacha to make sure you aren't unknowingly doing something stupid. Or you'd have to wait until we aren't in Wabacha, back at the Citadel or something. But you can make fire out of thin air, you can definitely make metal out of thin air if you start practicing metal release." Sam hesitates, looking up and to the side before looking back to Felix. "Come to think of it, do you even know metal release?"

Synnadine wrote:

Is anyone curious about the new Assassin's Creed that came out today, Valhalla? Where you get to play as a BLOODY VIKING? Well, I happen to personally know someone who has it. And is starting a stream for it right now. wink wink
https://www.twitch.tv/synnadine

For Honor has a whole roster of BLOODY VIKINGS!
Plural!
Me and Wabs both have it.

The Sangheili Separatist wrote:

For Honor has a whole roster of BLOODY VIKINGS!
Plural!
Me and Wabs both have it.

Same, but on xbox. It was really fun at launch buuuuuuuuut that died off eventually. Too much cheese, and where there wasn't cheese there was spam.

Put. Me. Out. Of. Misery.

PLEASE.

Aeritaian factbooks wrote:

nation=aeritaian_factbooks/detail=factbook/id=1459842

Finished up my characters that I will be using for my next RP, I plan on having this be a long running one and hopefully it will be a fun journey. Once the Dragon Ball RP is over I do plan on making this.

I like it! HoWeVeR "Aeden would work his way up in his class by being a good leaner who would listen to his master well"

Top half of bio, second to last sentence.

I'm sure that leaning on any and all walls in his vicinity made Aeden quite the good student.