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Claims / Re: Canon List
« Last post by Unshaken on August 05, 2020, 11:11:29 PM »
Moblit Berner | Unshaken


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Plotters / Re: Open Threads
« Last post by Quiet on August 05, 2020, 08:48:58 PM »
Thread Link: http://reluctant-heroes.com/index.php?topic=4792.msg11385;topicseen#new
Setting: Mess Hall of the Garrison HQ. Winter.
Characters Involved: Arkin Holt
Open To How Many: (# of spots) 1 would be best. :-)
Description: Arkin has just come off a midday watch and is putting off paperwork by getting a tasty meal of mutton stew and fresh bread. The mess hall is crowded so he finds a seat where he can and tries to strike up a conversation with the person he sat next to.


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Trost District / Cold Wind and Warm Stew (Open)
« Last post by Arkin Holt on August 05, 2020, 08:28:01 PM »
Mess Hall/ Garrison HQ/Late Afternoon/Dead of Winter

Arkin's face hurt. The biting winter wind had cracked his lips and the skin around his nose. The little tin of ointment he carried helped a little, but the wind was just so harsh this watch and he was ready to be done. Winter on the Walls was always something else. But he could not imagine doing anything else with his life at this point. And there was something so starkly beautiful about the land beyond the Walls in winter...he loved to see it.

The lift ride down from the top of the Wall was a relief. The idle chat of his team about what they were doing for the rest of the day was welcome white noise to Arkin. Most were going to head out and check out the marketplace. The winter markets in Trost were always something to see. Rahab asked Arkin if he wanted to go, but he shook his head and mentioned that he had paperwork to get caught up on. There was...always paperwork.

Arkin bid his team goodbye and watched them head off. Before paperwork, he thought he would get a late lunch...or was it an early dinner...whatever it was...Arkin was starving.

The mess hall was busy. That was to be expected. Garrison HQ was always a hive of activity. He grabbed a tray and got in line. Today was mutton stew and fresh bread. Arkin loved mutton stew. It was one of his favorite meals from the mess hall.

His tray filled, Arkin looked for a place to sit. There were not many empty seats and it took Arkin a second to find a space for himself. Plopping down, he smiled at the person closest to him and gave a nod. "How's it going?" Arkin asked as he took a bite of bread.


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Stohess District / Re: Oldest Trick in the Book [Erwin/Malcolm]
« Last post by Malcolm Watanabe on August 05, 2020, 03:59:27 PM »
Oh, had he struck some gold?

Commander Blondie stood tall. Taller than Malcolm himself, though the Scout normally had a lazy posture about himself anyway. As he had leaned over the desk, he felt the shadow of the regiment’s lead soldier cover him entirely.

His own dark eyes averted the steel-blue gaze for a moment. Yes, he’d struck something after all and his own smirk remained on his face. Malcolm Watanabe was not afraid of many things, but there was suddenly something very intimidating about the Commander of the Survey Corps standing so tall and so stern as he was. Even the silver-haired wonder had to admit, now he was feeling the heat.

Words were interesting though. Individuality? It was a big one, one that Malcolm understood for the most part, but he still wondered what interested the Commander so much about such unique and hard to find individuals. Well, and there was the bit about his personal life that he wasn’t willing to share. Laughably, it was almost like his miniature Captain, the two were more alike than Levi himself liked to admit.

For better or for worse, Malcolm just liked messing around, digging deep, pressing people’s buttons. It always got him into trouble, but that was the life of a trouble-maker.

“Yes, sir.” Malcolm answered with an even tone. He stood a bit straighter now, holding up his hands in surrender. “And I apologize profusely Commander, for speaking out of turn. I really can’t help myself for being curious, but you’re right, it’s none of my concern.” He nodded his head, a slight bow of respect and a bit of groveling for an apology.

The truth was, Malcolm more than just knew his place. His life didn’t mean much in the long run, why not live every day like it was his last? Regrets and resentment did nothing but hold him back, that was just the kind of guy that he was. Why the Commander was so keen on keeping people like him up and going, he didn’t understand.

It was too easy to call the Commander a ‘nice guy,’ especially when that was a title that really didn’t fit him.

“I also thank you for leniency Sir, as much as I don’t deserve it.” In short, he didn’t deserve much of it at all, Malcolm himself knew that more than anyone.


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Mitras / Re: Unsteady
« Last post by Mercy Watanabe on August 05, 2020, 02:51:41 PM »
Oh right, she did scare most people, didn’t she?

It wasn’t entirely her own fault. She was simply the kind of person who was ‘rough’ around the edges. Not that she wanted to make friends anyway. A lone wolf didn’t play well with others, that was Mercy. She was far from an angel.

But wasn’t it tiring as well? Maybe some part of her wanted to at least be more comfortable with others without having to drown most of her own insecurities with alcohol. Wait, what was she thinking now? Herself, Mercy Watanabe, suddenly caring about what other people thought of her? Maybe she was just getting too old, maybe she was getting soft herself.

The sun was too warm, but there was something refreshing about the rays shining down on her rather pale skin. Better than being stuck inside and forced to do paperwork.

“Contrary to popular belief, I don’t actually bite people Falk.” She sighed aloud, continuing to relax as herself on the bench. Her eyes remained closed, the only acknowledgment that Falk was on the other side of the bench itself was her singular comment. Perhaps it was surprising by itself that Mercy did know who the other officer was. But also, contrary to popular belief, Mercy paid attention to most things, like names and faces. It was better to remember who vexed you when you wanted to get back at them after all.

The other girl probably didn’t even know who she was.


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Mitras / Re: Of Words and Men
« Last post by Mercy Watanabe on August 05, 2020, 02:40:28 PM »
“Time to have some fun, mhm?”

The whispering words of Durand came with little surprise. Mercy narrowed her eyes only slightly, tapping her fingers on her palm once, then twice again. She adjusted her posture, raising her head just so she could see the dark and cunning eyes of her fellow superior.

Impress me. She seemed to say without speaking words at all.

She cared little about the others in the room, it was in her nature to ignore everyone and everything that didn’t pertain to directly herself. From the goody-two-shoes like Faulk to the enigmatic Drexler to the small and soft-spoken Aximand. Mercy flipped platinum hair behind her shoulder, suddenly feeling as if she would be very much entertained.

She chuckled as Durand began his grand show, deciding to challenge their lovely commander directly. It was typical of him to stir the pot. He had some good points, the most obvious one on being how utterly useless this whole meeting was and seemed to be.

“Tch.” Clicking her tongue, Mercy let herself relax, waiting for words to brew over and blood to boil.

Time to have some fun, after all.


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First Time / HUNGER GAMES: THE RPG | 11+ years & custom combat system!
« Last post by Katniss Everdeen on August 05, 2020, 08:18:20 AM »

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Cadets / Re: Into Crimson Dark
« Last post by Badtz-Milk on August 05, 2020, 04:37:45 AM »
Adalia & Alain
I love this idea a lot! I secretly enjoy rivalries a lot, so I’ll add another section, hehe. Is there anything specific you were thinking? If not, that’s totally fine and I’m sure I can come up with something! Or they could always interact in an open thread, but I’m not sure if there are any open that would fit our parameters.

Ah yes! Rivals sound great! Though, Alain will probably never see eye to eye with Adalia... (LOL) Maybe it's an offbeat conversation that Alain has that potentially makes another cadet cry or he gets into a fighter with some other cadets who are aiming for the Military Police? Or I've just been looking through some of the Cadet events/prompts maybe we could grab a third person to the Lake Challenge with us! Forcing them to work together sounds like the best way to get some spicy interaction!


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Utopia District / Re: Die with glory... Old friend [event] Alain
« Last post by Alain Schröder on August 05, 2020, 04:13:13 AM »
"Don't just stand there, help me."

He didn’t. He stood. He stared. He watched her continue to try to breathe life into a lifeless body. There were no tears of sympathy from him, there were no words of encouragement. Alain simply watched her until the moment she gave up. She would realize it, eventually.

Charpentier. That was her name.

He didn’t need to tell her that the man she was trying to save was already gone. She figured it out for herself, bloodied clothes and teary eyes proved enough. His own lavender grey orbs trailed down to the mess of a corpse below them, mangled limbs with a look of terror forever engraved on eyes that no longer saw light. It was not a good death. It had been painful, it had been terrifying, it had been without mercy or heroism. It had just been death.

Alain would have said he felt nothing. It was true. Nothing truly was a feeling, the absence of empathy, the void of a hollowed heart. Yes, Alain Schröder felt nothing.

She leaned against a wall, her voice shaking as she tried to reason with him. Alain shook his head only once, sheathing his blades as he took a more casual stance. The heat of the day still felt like it was boiling him alive, the stench of death still overpowered all other aromas. Even the sweat of his brown and the burning of fire did little to disperse it.

“There are no mistakes.” He said simply. “You’re either strong enough to live or you’re weak enough to die.”


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Training Corps Barracks & Grounds / Re: Live Ammunition [OPEN]
« Last post by Alain Schröder on August 05, 2020, 03:17:58 AM »
It was laughable, how some seemed to think that a gun was a toy. Of course, it was a weapon, but it was far more than just that. It was a tool, an instrument that was made for only one thing. Death.

Whether that death happened to another person was another matter. It all depended on one’s certain set of skills, or perhaps, lack thereof. Alain had enough, enough to make him far too comfortable with a thing only meant to cause demise and destruction.

In this case, it was proper pumpkins, rotting fruit that more or less, simulated the splatter of organs on the ground but instead it was seeds and fruit flesh. He said nothing yet, only showing the slightest of edge when he found himself lining up to the usual soft and doe-eyed Charpentier and then there was Carello.

One of those kinds of cadets, who thought themselves good at everything and good with everyone. Perhaps he was exaggerated but she had more than enough qualifications that put her on the list of people that he did not enjoy being around or standing beside. He minded his own business. She often didn’t.

Whatever the case, he was ready. Ready to take up a rifle for himself, ready to pull it apart and load the barrel, ready to line up the sights down the metal and ready to blast away the heads of mere vegetable.

Like it was blood on the wall.

The flash of a memory, that was all it was. For a moment and nothing more, he saw something else. Lavender eyes blinked again, shoulders went back, head at full attention.

He was ready.


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