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Ten years ago, the Empire fell to revolution. Thousands died as the streets ran with blood, corrupt nobility was put to the sword, and a thousand years of tyranny came to an end. The administration that followed may not have been perfect, but the scars of war are starting to fade and it is generally agreed that life for the average citizen is better. The greatest soldiers of the revolution are remembered and idolized as great war heroes.

LESS honored, was the feared organization of assassins known as Night Raid that paved the way for the revolution. Few know the full extent of their deeds, if they know of them at all. Most think they were violent killers for hire, capitalizing on the chaos of the revolutionary era. Perhaps most feared of all was Akame, the Red Eyed Killer. It is generally accepted that they were all killed in the confusion, or executed for war crimes afterwards, and everyone sleeps a little more sound at night knowing that such deadly, vicious murderers have no place in the new regime.

In a town along the western frontier of the reborn Empire, trade with the western tribes flourishes. Some of the cities in this region are the fastest growing anywhere anyone can think of, and this is no exception. Almost unnoticed among the crowds of merchants, soldiers of fortune, farmers, tradesmen and officials, a woman trudges along, face hidden beneath a straw hat as she munches idly on a rice ball. She stops and glances up at a tavern along main street. Well, she's been walking for a long time, and her feet are weary. Maybe it's time to rest for a few days. She shifted the long curved sword at her hip slightly and made for the front door.

Who will she meet here? Old friends? Old enemies? Maybe someone new, to whom the war was just a distant memory?

hatesdrdinosaur

-1-

[Congratulations, smart person. Your application to work at the Tesladyne institute has been processed. All that remains is the interview with the institute's founder, the intelligent robot known as Atomic Robo. Robo is by far the most unusual thing in the office, which is otherwise utterly mundane. You've never seen a robot wearing a t-shirt.]

Glad you could make it, take a seat.

-2-

[Downtown is being trashed by a sixty foot tarantula that is spitting green fireballs]

I can think of five reasons why that can't possibly exist off the top of my head.

[Despite the physical impossibility of it, it just ate a mail-man. Robo slumps his shoulders.]

There are guns in the truck.

-3-

[You're both on the way to a mission in the depths of the Amazon Rain Forest, on a helicopter. Robo takes you aside at one point on the trip.]

Listen, we're going to be going into enemy territory for this one, so you'll need to be prepared.

[As you contemplate how you THOUGHT you were going to check out some vine covered ruins that had risen out of the ground mysteriously, Robo leads you to a large crate in the back labeled "Bug repellent". He flips the latch and the top pops open to reveal that the crate is full of guns.]

schmott_guy

-1-

[You were minding your own business when out of nowhere came a twelve foot tall robot, bristling with probably around forty arms, all of which held gardening implements. It staggered past, drunkenly and aggressively landscaping everything and everyone it came across.

Somehow it missed you, which is why you were still there to see Gil come skidding around the corner in pursuit.]

Slag and hellfire why did I make it so fast? You there! Was it shooting out bursts of steam yet? What color were they!?

-2-

[The strangest things can bring on bursts of inspiration in a Spark. While dealing with some mundane task, Gil suddenly stood up straight.]

Ooh, there's an idea. If we just cut out the filters entirely and rely on the centrifuge to separate out the toxins, we could increase efficiency by at LEAST 70%! The reduced power draw would leave room for an ENTIRELY new range of components! I could finally try out that blood to bronze conversion process I've always wanted to! How would you like to replace your flimsy human flesh with tough and EFFICIENT and synthetic equivalents!? I can have a WORKING PROTOTYPE by LUNCH TIME and we can ALL BE TRANSHUMAN GODS IN TIME FOR DINNER!

-3-

[Your tranquil evening was punctured by the sound of breaking glass and then of girls screaming. Investigation reveals one Gilgamesh Wulfenbach in the woman's baths, lying in the middle of a field of broken glass from the small window towards the ceiling that he just came flying into.

He held up both arms desperately trying to calm everyone down.]

No wait! This isn't what it looks like! I promise there's a perfectly reasonable and logical explanation for everything!

overbringer

I'm going to basically just copy/paste Avshar's setting, and then update this post as people offer suggestions.

In a distant land, two kingdoms warred: Videssos and Makuran. They were very different lands, but both honorable and civilized nations. About a generation ago, however, Makuran was invaded and conquered by the barbarian nomad hordes known as Yezd. Makuran now struggles under their new overlords, who have their sights set on Videssos. The most feared general of Yezd is the Wizard-Prince Avshar, who has led Yezd's armies in victory after victory, first against Makuran, and now against Videssos in stinging raids.

The last few months have been quiet, however. Avshar has not been seen along the borders. Rather, he has been seen in Videssos's capital itself, acting as an emissary for prisoner exchanges, arguments over who owns towns on the border, and other such business. He has so far minded his manners enough that he has not forfeited diplomatic immunity, but the Videssian officers and troops are just waiting for an excuse, especially since Avshar saw fit to bring his retinue of "aids", as unsavory a lot as ever there were who are causing no end of complaints amongst the citizens.

With open war on the horizon and an ambassador who's very presence is an open insult, tensions are at the breaking point. The only question is who will snap first.

justthehardway

-1-

[At the front desk. The following is delivered in a monotone]

Hello and welcome to the Piltover Police Department. Sheriff Caitlyn is out right now on business and has left me to hold down the fort and not cause any trouble. How can I help you today?

-2-

[Vi just got a long dressing down from the chief of police (or some other authority feature) for the excessive property damage she tends to cause while in pursuit of wrong doers. Vi's response:]

Oh hey, hang on a tic I just added an upgrade that is perfect for this situation.

[She pushes a button on the right powerfist, then extends her middle finger in authority's general direction. After a few seconds, the finger starts shooting fireworks.]

-3-

[Hot pursuit! You broke the law, and now Vi has you cornered, at least for a few seconds.]

Is this the part where you resist arrest? PLEASE tell me it's the part where you resist arrest. That's my favorite part!

peace_keeper

-1-

[Fate has thrown you into Throne, a city at the center of the multiverse, built on the corpses of dead gods. An angel, inhabiting some manner of ceramic statue, has decided that if you stick around, someone is probably going to kill you and it will cause all kinds of trouble. Marginally more trouble than aiding you will.

Barely.]

Very well, I will help you return home. What are you called?

-2-

[You are beset by skeletons! Rather than attacking you, however, they seem merely to want to beg you for money while waving mostly empty bowls in your face.

The angel admonishes you, whether or not you were considering giving them anything.]

Do not give the dead any money. It is against city regulations.

-3-

[You wouldn't have assumed an angel of pure liquid energy contained within a ceramic statue would need to eat or drink, but it seems this one can. It pours itself a cup of coffee, black, and offers you some.]

Cream or sugar?

-4-

[Maybe you were planning on starting some trouble, maybe it's all a misunderstanding. Whatever the cause, life in an exercise of violence. Prepare to do battle with an angel.]

Pree Ahsma.

Yis-Asram the blooded one.

Yis-Prama, Hansa, and Prat Pavam, who temper my heart.

YISUN atru vyam.

Forgive me for the violence I am about to inflict.

giantprince

-1-

[6am. A time unfit for human beings, but also for some reason the time that has been chosen for early morning sword drills. Obviously Manfred is up and re-oh no he's not. He's sprawled across his bed, deep asleep and snoring like a sawmill. If you dare to get close enough, you can smell the wine fumes on his breath. His Machop, for some reason, is also lying in his bed, with one leg lying on top of his head.]

'm only human...six times is all've got in me...

-2-

[And why was Manfred fast asleep when he should have been ready for sword drills? Probably because the night before, he has snuck out of the barracks to sample the wine and women of the city. He's currently in a tavern, singing a drinking song (the chorus of which goes "The wine gets drunk, but you get drunker!") along with half the bar, with a goblet of wine in one hand and a cute girl on his knee.]

Don't have all the lyrics for that one down yet, but pour me another cup and I won't care! Haha!

-3-

[Due to various circumstances beyond your control, you believe you may be the target of assassins, and you confided as such in the young knight. He's normally cheery expression abruptly became serious.]

Assassins? I might actually have something that can help you a bit, there.

[He starts digging through his backpack.]

-4-

[The Swords of the Saviors are on the scene! Manfred, at a towering 6'6", is intimidating enough normally. Clad from head to toe in plate mail with a yard long broadsword gripped in a gauntleted fist, he looks like a war god come to Earth. The Machop trying to keep up with him looks almost depressed at what it has to compete with for attention.]

THE SAVIOR PROTECTS THE RIGHTEOUS!

linngulinn

-1-

[5am is not a time for civilized human being to be awake, but apparently no one told Erik. He's in your room and yelling at you.]

Are you planning on sleeping all day? Keep lazing about like this and you'll lose your edge! Up you get, it's time for morning sword drills!

-2-

[Erik in a bar? Certainly an unusual sight, but he's here on business. For you, in fact. He's your own personal watch dog, and it's damnably difficult to give him the slip.]

You just LOVE making my job harder, don't you? Come on, lets get you home before you're too drunk to walk and end up robbed and beaten in some back alley.

-3-

[It's been damnably hard to have a coherent conversation with Erik lately, and you're pretty sure you know why. You can practically see the hearts in his eyes.]

Yes of course...I'm sorry, I was thinking about, er, something. What were you talking about again?

-4-

[On one side: helpless civilians, on the other side: an angry Charizard. In the middle stands Erik, with a wickedly sharp looking axe in hand (In his LEFT hand, unusually.), and a broadsword shaped honedge floating by his side. He's weighing his odds. He's ice/steel, which isn't a great matchup against this enemy, but he's not backing off.]

A hand couldn't hurt...

willbethebest

-1-

[The fields of justice! You were cutting through the forests that dot the battlefield to help your comrades when you heard distant laughter echoing around you. The monkey king is near, though you can't pinpoint the direction.]

You're so noisy I could find you with a blindfold on!

-2-

[As is his habit, Gragas has thrown his traditional Post-League-Bashes, which means barrels of beer EVERYWHERE. Whether you won or lost the encounter from prompt 1, Wukong is all smiles.

He's also hanging upside down from the rafters by his tail, but that's neither here nor there.]

Hey! Show me how to do that move you whipped out back there. You know, the one where you were all:

[Extravagant arm gestures and fighting noises.]

It was amazing!

-3-

[Someone has been digging through your supply of fresh fruit. Since it was mainly peaches that went missing, the first person you would ask would obviously be Wukong. He looks innocent.

Extremely innocent.]

Did something happen? Man I'd love to help you with it but I have to go...train with Master Yi. All the meditating isn't going to do itself you know!

mopedsandtofu

-1-

[Hey, remember that thing you were doing? I hope it doesn't involve concentrating because this goofball just popped up out of nowhere waving around some kind of catalog!]

Dude you GOTTA check this out! The new XM-4000Li Lithium Luxury Electric Moped! 20 hours battery life, 50mph top speed, front and rear anti-lock brakes and all at a manageable 300 pounds! I will have it if I have to sell my arms!

Wait no, then I couldn't steer it. One arm, and HALF of a leg

-2-

[Ah, the beach. Sunbathers, volleyball nets, surfers, and sandcastles as far as the eye can see. And...oddly, what appears to be a bright green dolphin frolicking amongst the waves. Investigate?]

-3-

[A time of giving gifts. It's not very obvious exactly WHAT Beast Boy's gift to you is, so he had to explain.]

They're tofu building blocks! Fun and delicious at the same time, and all without hurting any animals!

-4-

[And of course, the ever present action prompt. You're facing off against Beast boy, and he actually looks serious about things!]

Bring it on!

[With that, he turns into a green rhinoceros, pawing at the ground in preparation to charge.]

flying_chains

-1-

[Sometimes you just have to accept that you've messed everything up and that maybe just a clean break from all your friends while you sorted everything out on your own would be best. It's not their problem, anyways.

Or so you thought. You slipped out quietly at night, but before you got too far away, you ran into a very impatient looking Morgiana.]

What are you doing?

-2-

[Time to set out on a journey! You meet Morgiana, your traveling companion, by the city gates (or the docks, or the train station. Wherever). She has on a backpack that looks like it weighs three or four times what she does.]

I am ready to go.

-3-

[You done fucked up, and now 100 pounds of enraged fanalis is rocketing towards you like a thunderbolt!]

overbringer

?the ?CALL ME OUT? meme?
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.

( Call on me, Call me on )

hypertrousers

-1-

[A rare face to face meeting with Conway! He's just handed you his business card, which reads "Richard Conway, Freelance Spy. Secrets uncovered, enemies sabotaged, blackmail, low rates."]

My name's Conway. If you ever need to cover your ass or just want to really ruin someone's week, gimme a call.

-2-

[Nighttime. Raining. You're both outside a large building and you're trying to figure out how to get inside. You know, for illegal activities. Conway is staring up at a third floor window.]

Hmm...not too much wind. Looks like there's someone in there, though. This should be exciting.

-3-

[Some time after prompt 1, you actually decided you could use the services of a freelance spy. Need someone's dirty secret made public? Need your OWN dirty secret recaptured before someone publishes it? Just so happens you have the number for someone who can do that.]

Where did you get this number?

-4-

[Seems at some point you made an enemy, because there's a freelance spy loose in the building. You haven't FOUND him yet, but using the handscanner that USED to open that door just made the lights go out instead. Up for a battle of wits with a man who can rewire your building's electronics at will?]

overbringer

?the ?CALL ME OUT? meme?
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.

( Call on me, Call me on )

soldiers_sacred_right

[1]

[One sunny day you heard a distant screaming. It quickly got louder until it came to a rather dramatic conclusion when Max came hurling out of the sky and somehow landed on his feet in front of you with a thud.

Landing on his feet doesn't mean it was a good landing, though. You distinctly heard bones snapping, and a second later he fell over, clutching his legs and hissing in pain.]

Augh...bloody furies that was a bad one.

No, don't worry, I'll be good in a second...

Maybe a minute...

Do you have a tub?

[2]

[It's the morning of the big test/mission/tournament/event. The day you've been practicing and studying for for weeks. Your roommate, Max, has not been studying, and didn't even come home last night.

In fact here he is now, in a rumpled tunic, carrying an empty wineskin, and...is that lipstick on his cheek?]

I made it. Everything's okay. A few days without sleep never killed anyone right?

[3]

...And the crow-begotten rain. I never thought I could get so sick of rain until I came here! It's like the great furies themselves have been pissing on me after a long night at the taps. I haven't been properly dry in months. It's enough to set a man's teeth on edge...

[And so on and so on and so on. Max has been complaining fairly steadily for the last hour or two while everyone works. He's been working too, to his credit, and getting more than his share of work done. But the complaining never seems to stop.]

overbringer

1: For rubycity_rp
A: Third Person

Elodin stood on the edge of the bridge, arms stretched out and eyes closed. One might almost think he were contemplating suicide, were the bridge more than a few feet above the water. As it is, falling from this height would merely make one wet. He was kind of wobbling just a bit and there was a half empty beer stein by his feet.

B: First Person

Last week's class was a resounding disappointment, but they say perseverance is a virtue, so I shall press on despite having dullards as students. A passing grade shall be given to the first student who can bring to me conclusive proof that last week's assignment was actually impossible OR conclusive proof that it WAS possible.

2: For whisperingrock
A: Third Person

Parley was sitting on a large rock in a middle of a stream, eyes closed and look of extreme concentration on her face. Apparently the latest attempt to unlock any psychic powers beyond the most absolutely basic ones is mediation, but it really doesn't seem like Parley is very good at meditation. In fact, it looks like there's sweat starting to run down her face from how hard she's concentrating, which isn't really how you're supposed to meditate...

B: First Person

Dear Smarmy bastard who thought it would be funny to root through my stuff and steal my merit badges,

I will find you, and then you will be in for a WORLD of pain, psychic powers or not. You didn't honestly think there could be any other way this could play out, did you?

Sincerly,
Parley

3: For fateconflation
A: Third Person

Grant strolled down the street, hands in his pockets and whistling. He would have looked perfectly natural were it not the middle of the night in a bad part of town that was also known in certain circles for being practically teeming with supernatural horrors. To an observer who knew all this, Grant looked like he was TRYING to start a fight. He was being aggressively oblivious to the danger of he scenario.

B: First Person

Put me in front of an angry dead apostle, or a power mad necromancer and I know what to do, but I've never been any good at dealing with things like THIS...

Does...anyone here know how to tie a tie?

blacklit

-1-

[The Powers That Be, whoever they are, have cordoned off an entire city. No one has been in or out for months. But you had a very pressing need to get in. What you found was worse than you could have imagined. The few remaining humans are locked in battle against a seemingly endless horde of twisted monsters, from shambling zombies to ogre like beasts that run up walls like they were flat ground. You got in over your head, and were sure you were going to be killed, either by the mutants or by some overzealous soldier, when some...thing showed up and killed them all in an orgy of violence and blood. When the chaos ended, there was a man in a hood standing there. He gave you a strange look.]

Not many people are trying to break IN to the Red Zone. What are you doing here?

-2-

[Despite the official story that it's impossible for anything to leave the Red Zone, Mercer has found you in the outside world.]

I was hoping I'd run into you.

-3-

[After working at unraveling and generally ruining his unbelievably sinister plans, you're about to discover that Mercer doesn't do things the fair way. If you were lucky, you got a hint of wind rustling through fabric as a warning before he dropped on you like an anvil, leaving a goddamn impact crater.]

I warned you about meddling with me. Now we have to do things the hard way.

overbringer

【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.

( Call on me, Call me on )

overbringer

Oh shit son it is time to have some EPIC FIGHTS all up in this post! Let's get some music setting the mood here

The RP RUMBLE! / General Fighting post
(It can be a meme when someone makes up fancy graphics for it, formats it for multiple people, and reposts it.)

This post works similarly to the Call Me Out meme, but it's for FIGHTING!

1) Tag one of my characters below, or post your own with a brief summary of what kind of scale they're normally able to fight on.
2) If you want a specific other one of my characters, Just start a new thread and I'll join in with the appropriate dude.
3) Whatever scenario you like, two characters are now locked into some kind of violent conflict! Or more if we can work out thread order.
4) FIGHT IT OUT!

[This post basically copy/pasted from

nerdorama]

master_of_names

-1-

[While going about your day, you came noticed Elodin hiding in a tree. He looks down to see you looking up.]

Don't tell anyone I'm up here.

-2-

[You've been taking Master Elodin's class for Advanced Magic by Naming in hopes of learning to accomplish some of the remarkable feats you've seen him do on occasions. However the class has so far felt like either a very subtle test or a huge waste of time, and by now you're starting to lean towards the latter. Today (like usual), Elodin was twenty minutes late. The homework was to bring to class something that cannot be defined.]

Okay your turn, what have you got?

-3-

I think I fancy a view from the roof.

[He says something that your waking mind cannot entirely process, and in response the stone ceiling melts down into a simple staircase, which he starts climbing.]

You coming?

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