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More space in the theater for me to talk through the movie then :)
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Hello! I'm Yankee. I like to think I'm a friendly person with almost no limits when it comes to writing fiction.
I'm usually down for pretty much anything: action, adventure, romance, horror, taboo, comedy, smut, SOL, etc.
I like comic books, cartoons, and videogames. I'm also very into cosplay and art.

I work a lot, so my preferred posting pace is at most once per week or less.
I like to have fun while writing, so I prefer relaxed partners who don't take things too seriously.
Feel free to PM me to chat!



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"Oho? I got plenty of beauty sleep last night. Can you not tell?"

The white haired woman laughed, striking an exaggerated pose as best she could with the kimono in her arms. Otherwise she stayed quiet as she awaited Fumiko's opinion, anticipation clear on her face, if a little dramatic. Though neither choice could be wrong, Sumiko nodded along in agreement once the decision was made like she'd expected that outcome all along.

"Excellent choice as always, Fumi-chan," she said, sounding quite pleased. Sumiko gently replaced the green garment, then held the purple close to her and spun in place as though she were dancing with a partner. "Purple, mysterious, noble and spiritual. Specifically, this is hashita-iro. The color is made from murasaki plants, and the threads woven silk. Aah, I'd love to try my hand at weaving something myself some time!"

Sumiko slowed her turns, the motion transforming into a soft swaying. She smiled at her friend. "I was thinking the scale pattern might be a little direct, but it always goes over well with the crowd."

Without further ado she carefully laid the kimono on the table, and went to rummage for a suitable cover to carry it in. The hastily cleaned up room was gradually returning to a more familiar state as Sumiko opened a sliding closet and pulled things out. Boxes to sort through, hangers removed, examined, and lightly tossed to the side. Eventually one cover seemed to satisfy her, and she began wrapping the kimono in it. When Fumiko brought up asking for some extra help, all the white haired woman thought at first was, good idea! 'Many hands make light work,' or so the saying went didn't it? Before Sumiko could say as much, Fumiko went on. The more excuses she made, the faster Sumiko's expression morphed into a knowing grin. When she turned back to the young Takamori, the poor girl could see a hint of mischief in Sumiko's eyes.

"That's the only reason, I'm sure," she said, her voice light and teasing. Did their little Fumiko have a crush? She'd have a lot of competition, apparently a lot of the village girls had a thing for Tsubasa. Some of the village boys too. Sumiko let out a goodnatured laugh at her friend's flustered words, scooping one of the crates of supplies off of the ground and depositing it into Fumiko's hands. "It's not a bad idea though. Everything is ready to move, we just have to move it!"

Of course between bundles of cloth, parchments, paints, brushes, and everything else that Sumiko deemed necessary, it would be easier said than done. Sumiko herself stood with her hands on her hips in the midst of the middle of it all with a can-do grin. That smile had promised many things, and this morning it promised to get everything delivery on time.

"Well, almost everything. I need to gather up the matched hair pieces, but that won't take long."

Her smile was still in place when she turned away again, diving into the drawer of a little vanity. It was a dark wooden thing, not the typical make of Heiseina's craftsmen, and the little scratches here and there proved it was put to good use.

"You can go ahead if you want. I wouldn't want to get in the way of you and strong, handsome Tsubasa-san," she giggled over her shoulder. If the young man agreed to help out then they'd make short work of moving everything, but if not it was no big deal - there had been years when Sumiko carried everything to and fro by herself, so she was confident it would get done with time to spare. Although, she would be lying if she said she didn't appreciate the help.

Ah ha! she raised an arm in triumph, a shimmering hair piece held between her fingers. The rest of the accessories would follow soon enough.

"You know Fumi-chan, you should show off a little more," the younger Hayashi sister said suddenly. Her eyes were still focused on her search, though her grin had melted to something a little softer. "Perform in the festivals sometime. I'm sure you would do great."

Her gaze flickered over to Fumiko. "It would draw you some attention too. You know, catch the eye of a certain someone!"
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Mission EXP: +10
Word Count: 656 (+1 exp)

Level: 7 - Total EXP: 67/70
Location: Edge of the Blue - The Maw

The whole escape from boat to couch to vent was a whirlwind. Almost literally, taking the boost via Nadia's fan into account. Once it was his turn to get out of the Belly, Ace Cadet pressed himself against one of the vent walls. Other children passed him by, and after they'd pulled Nadia up and she scurried off it was just he and Geralt left. Seems the two boys had the same idea. He returned the future Witcher's nod with a jittery smile attached.

It felt really satisfying, sinking his makeshift weapon into Bongo Bongo's squishy eye. As much as he may have wanted to, the Cadet wasn't planning to take his garden pole through the vent into the next area. It would have been a hassle to drag through the small space. His little dartboard was still gripped tightly in one hand, but the other let go of his pretend-lance when it ruptured the monster's weak spot alongside Geralt's scissors. He scampered off after the other boy, giddy at being able to something to their harasser. When he jumped down from the vent and landed in the next room, it was just in time to be caught in one of Sakura's hugs - which he returned just as tightly.

"That was Kut-kurazy," he said aloud once Sakura moved off to her next target. Everyone made it through in one piece though, so he counted that as a win.

He might have written any hunger off as just the usual. The Cadet had always had a big appetite, not that that was unusual in his world. He frowned as more of their group began bringing it up though. A curse of hunger was just awful. Add to that not being able to eat to even try to sate it - double awful. The Cadet let out a long suffering moan of discontent. "That lady said this was our best bet, I'm starting to wish we tried taking on that giant thing."

After the group pushed any obstacles out of the way and ventured through the door, the redhead was surprised to see that the next room was completely flooded. The water was deep, more than enough to sink a ship he thought. Was the Maw different because it was a submarine? Since it was already underwater, more water inside didn't really matter? He glanced over at Nadia. "If there's sea monsters at least we'll actually be able to see the monsters... eventually, when they come toward the surface."

The room seemed like a dead end, but Peach discovered that wasn't quite the case. The Cadet looked up at the catwalks overhead. If he'd heard her right they'd have to get into some room, then into a submarine within a submarine to lower the water level. If he'd heard Bella right then they'd be crossing the suspended walk ways as the first step in this plan.

Nimbleness wasn't exactly his thing. Not even as a kid really. He could duck, dive and dodge with the best of them, side step and roll, but he was no Kamura hunter. He happily let Mirage lead the way, followed soon by Sakura and anyone else that wanted to get a head start. The Cadet was fine giving the other kids a boost up to the first or second dart and bringing up the rear.

"If we were adults we wouldn't even need to go up there," Ace Cadet pointed out with a laugh. "We could skate or grapple or fly across. Maybe even swim too, we could probably take whatever it is that showed up."

Actually... one them could still fly, couldn't they? The Cadet turned to Blazermate, his eyes scanning her once-damaged head part that now looked nearly as good as new. "Do you think it's safe to fly across? You could help the others get back down when they cross over," he suggested. Or catch anyone that falls, he thought.
Hi, welcome!

You probably got a welcome message via PM when you made your account. That's a great place to start. Depending on your comfort level, I would take a look at the various threads in the "interest check" sections. You can also browse the actual roleplay sections, and if you see one you like with a green "apply" or "jump-in" tag near the title, you can post in the OOC tab or message the roleplay's GM about joining.

Enjoy your stay!
I'm just chiming in as a queer person. There are a couple specific examples provided in the Discord, though without naming names. If you haven't been following the Discord discussion, don't have a Discord or decided not to read the links Franken provided, you probably will miss them.

I'm not speaking on Franken's behalf, but as I understand it the problem with this current rule mentioned (that being the "Respect all members" rule) is that it focuses on targeted harassment of individuals, and does not explicitly cover attacks on a group or identity. The change Franken suggests would make it clear that bigotry in any form isn't allowed on the site. It may seem like common sense, but I think most of you might agree sometimes common sense is a lot to ask of a person.

In my personal experience, I have seen some jokes and comments in very poor taste on the Guild's status bar and in the Discord. Transphobic, homophobic, and misogynistic comments. To the community's credit they are few and far between. The forum itself is much better about it than the Discord in that regard as well. Anytime I have alerted a mod they have taken care of it. So you may think why change the rule if the mods handle it? It's because bigots don't see explicit condemnation of their bigotry and they think it's allowed... because the rule is about targeted harassment. And some people won't speak up or report it, because others will say that their bigotry is just their own opinion and they are entitled to it. That's why some of the people on the site belonging to marginalized groups don't feel safe or comfortable, because the Guild has such a strong stance on giving everyone a fair chance and not catering to one group or the other, that they see bigotry being hand waved.

I don't believe the mod team is intentionally enabling bigots. I want to point out that the relatively lax moderation style of the Guild is one of the reasons I really like it. I generally think the mods do a good job too, though I haven't been a member for nearly as long as some of you. However it doesn't change the fact that some members become extremely uncomfortable and disheartened when they see bigotry being posted and ignored. A rules change that specifically points out that things like that won't be tolerated might mitigate some of it, but the most important thing is that they will feel the mod team has their back. Even if they are busy, offline, or genuinely miss something, someone can report and know that it will be taken care of because the mod team doesn't support bigotry... as stated in the rules.

I'm lucky that I haven't encountered any nastiness in regards to my own identity here on RPG. When I see a questionable or outright hateful comment I get annoyed, ignore it and move on. I don't feel unsafe at all RPG, I like this forum. Am I still for a rule re-write to help others feel safer? Absolutely.
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The thing was, Ames thought the guy was just another player. While she pretty much ignored the brute who'd just crashed next to her, Ames had heard what she said. From her own thoughts, Magpie's comment while flying in, and the man's own words - he really did seem like another Immortal. Even though it'd only been a couple of days of playing, they'd all already seen just how much could change about a person while playing. Ames still didn't understand why he'd be hanging around the dark, depressing caverns but if he was a player, or even just a Rien, maybe they could reason with him. Maybe even get some information from him!

Or maybe he was just a jerk.

She bristled when he mentioned making them into zombies. Like hell I'm letting anyone turn me into some gross walking corpse! Now that Mags was back the flaming shield return with her - at high speed, flying through the air on a much more controlled path toward the man's head. Maybe she'd be able to knock some sense into him. Although, it probably wouldn't matter if he was still under attack by their party.

"Cut it out!" she hissed, mostly at the stranger. Ames reasoned that even though Amulak attacked him first, the necromancer's spell hadn't even connected. Neither had Mags' kick. It was the muddy man that escalated, so it was him that Ames turned her glare on. "We're trying to find some missing people in here and I dunno if you've noticed, but you're extremely freaking suspicious!"

Word Count: 705 (+1 exp)
Level: 7 - Total EXP: 56/70
Location: Edge of the Blue - The Maw

The Cadet grinned, wide and boyish. He wasted no time following the king's order, hopping into the lifeboat and dutifully taking an oar. Before any rowing he stripped his garden pole of the tarp, deciding that wearing it as a cape cover like Bowser would be more practical now. BB scooted over to the both of them, peeking out from beneath their disguises every now and then. As for the makeshift weapon itself, it was leaned on one of the boy's shoulders resting against his neck. He didn't want to part with it while they were still in the Belly, just in case.

They continued in the direction Bowser had originally set the boat in: backwards, away from the exit in order to connect with the Cadet's fellow stragglers. With both of them manning an oar, the progress was a little faster. Rowing through the trash wasn't terrible. It was way more awkward than rowing through water, but hey - it was working wasn't it?

Then came the monster's tantrum. Smashing things indiscriminately, hurting itself, and then descending to spread waves out all through the sea of garbage. Ace Cadet threw a look over his shoulder, searching the far side where plenty of the others had gathered already. He was taking a headcount of everyone he could spot when the initial waves Bongo Bongo set off reached them. The lifeboat wobbled dangerously, and the Cadet's wide eyes snapped to Bowser. They stayed afloat then, but the first of the larger waves nearly capsized them.

With a tight grip and their oars jammed into the junk to hold them steady, the wave passed without throwing them overboard. But only barely.

"Bowser," he said, looking at the mini Koopa King, "we're gonna have to pick up the cara-pace."

It was especially frustrating because the monster had lowered itself, and they would have made such quick work of it if they'd all had their normal sized bodies. The Cadet was itching to poke that thing in it's ugly eye.

"So not Ya-cool!" he grumbled, little muscles straining as he put extra effort into rowing the lifeboat onward. Their current goal was to collect Bella per Bowser's suggestion. With the three of them they'd be able to move even faster, hopefully make their way to any of the others still needing help, and make it back to the exit... where Bongo Bongo waited impatiently, still slamming the ground and threatening to topple everything in the Belly, least of all them.

With perseverance they made it to the Abyssal. The Cadet grasped her arm to help her into the lifeboat, and then they were off again to pick up any that needed help, slowing only when they needed to duck and cover themselves to evade the monster's spotlight gaze. Princess Peach seemed to be okay on her own, while Link was pillow hopping even in these dangerous conditions. He couldn't even see Glenn from where he was, but he hoped the other boy was alright. The lifeboat could easily swing by the Hylian if he was of the mind to join them, and then they were finally headed back towards the vent.

Going back was rougher, the waves larger the closer the go to Bongo Bongo. If only they could interrupt the monstrosity, or distract it, or get it stop for just a little while. Then, with the extra hands on deck, the lifeboat would be able to make impressive time getting to the goal.

Just one opening... before he knew it he was standing up with the hollow metal pole held like a javelin. His form was practiced, perfect, but when he drew back to throw his stance shifted and he stumbled backwards. The makeshift weapon was unwieldy, especially in the hands of a four year old boy. He landed on his back with an oof, still holding the pole over his head.

"Ugh!" he pouted, sitting up quickly. So he couldn't throw it, he could still give Bongo Bongo I good poking if it tried to give them any trouble when they drew close to the exit. The Cadet twisted his hands around the pole, anxious and prepared to strike out if one of those hands got too close.

Word Count: 2191 (+3 exp)
Level: 7 - Total EXP: 55/70
Location: Edge of the Blue - The Maw

At first, the mini-Cadet didn't even notice that he'd been left in the dust by pretty much everyone else. He had spent a while going back and forth in his own brain, processing all of the new information and trying to decide the best way to cross the Belly. It was an uncharacteristically long while, one might add. Before, full sized and fully equipped, he would have trudged ahead confidently with the same "can-do" attitude he tackled most things with. Now, itty bitty and squishier than ever he knew that wasn't the brightest of ideas. In particular, Nadia's quip about being able to die now without her Life Gem had the Cadet going awkwardly quiet just before withdrawing into the maze-like idea factory of his mind. He didn't want her, or anyone, to die. Now that they were pint-sized it would be hard to protect themselves, let alone each other.

So, the young hunter had a hand fisted under his chin as he thought and thought, putting every little piece of information into his head like a peculiar puzzle: there were useful items buried in the junk around here somewhere, Mirage's dart gun the proof of that. There was apparently an extra person in their group now - oh, no, wait that was... Frog? His speech patterns matched even if his voice was different. Their best bet at escape the garbage collection was a vent that Princess Peach had spotted, but the Cadet couldn't see it from where he was no matter how hard he squinted. After they made it out their next course of action was finding a way to take down those hypno-monsters so they could get back to their present day bodies, a plan the Cadet wholeheartedly approved. Speaking of monsters, there were apparently a couple lurking around the area they were in as well, one above and one below. Like the vent, Ace Cadet could not see either at the moment. So then, what was the best route to get across? Try and go carefully, leaping from surface to surface...? Maybe try and make some kind of rope line...? Or just dash across really fast and hope nothing caught him?

As the Cadet stood with smoke practically billowing from his ears due to how hard the gears in his head were working, BB walked around him in a lazy circle. The size difference between master and minion was comical now. The behemoth piglet reached about halfway up the Cadet's torso now, instead of barely to his knee as before. As time passed the little monster began growing restless, it's ears flicking. It nudged the Cadet rather hard, causing the red haired boy to stumble in place and effectively knocking him out of his thought process.

"Hey! Rude." He tutted at the minion, then looked up and around him. The group had really thinned out. He hadn't been that long, had it? Either way, the Cadet was one of a few who were left behind. He didn't plan to let it stay that way, though.

"I'm going ahead," he said, nodding at Link and Frog - or, Glenn was it? "Frog" didn't exactly seem to apply at the moment. He gave the two boys a loose salute and then bounced across a few large pieces of floating junk, away from the starting point.

He didn't make it very far at all when a great crash resounded throughout the Maw's belly. The Cadet halted mid-step, peeking out around the hill of trashed knickknacks and household items he currently found himself behind. Monster number one, he thought, looking up at the massive, dark blue body dangling from the dark ceiling. It had a single particularly nasty looking eyeball right where it's head should be, and it's hands were severed at the wrists. It was these hands that had made the sound, smashing something up then retreating back to the main body.

That thing... was scary. The Cadet could feel his knees knocking together the longer he stared at it. When it's spotlight drew close the boy pulled his head back behind the junk pile and reached down to hold onto his own legs, as if the tiny noise would somehow carry to the creature. The red light glowed to either side of the trash heap and then moved on. The Cadet let out the breathe he hadn't realized he was holding.

"Stop shaking!" he whispered harshly to himself, glaring at where his hands still gripped his knees. "You've fought way bigger and badder things than this... solo!"

Of course, he'd had a bowgun nearly larger than he was at the time, but that detail wasn't needed in the little pep talk he was giving himself. He forced his body to still with sheer willpower, then peeked out again. The monster's gaze was focused elsewhere for now. Ahead, he tried to see if he could spot any of the others. With everyone spread out and taking cover themselves, he couldn't tell where exactly anyone was. The only thing he could do was focus on moving forward. A little ways away he spotted a scuffed up desk with piles of torn up paper and books in loose stacks sitting on top and against it. The space underneath would be a nice for the next hiding spot after he shoved some of garbage out.

He sent BB on ahead, with some trouble. At first the little behemoth dug it's hoof-paws into the mound, refusing to leave the shadow of safety cast by the junk pile. With much coaxing and promises of come on, it will be fine! the minion took off and made it underneath the desk in seconds. It started kicking away some of the clutter, but the Cadet did not immediately follow. He was rummaging through the heap, looking for anything remotely useful. He pulled out a decent size dartboard, and though it had a literal bullseye printed on it would make for a decent shield... he hoped. Not wanting to spend too much time there, he tucked the board and a few other items under his arm and dashed to the desk, sliding in beside BB.

"This giggisux," he whispered to the minion, "staying up there looking for us... if only that thing would come down here, I'd really show it a thing or two."

BB just snorted in reply. Together they searched for the next safe haven they could make their way too while the Cadet fiddled with his makeshift shield. His eyes went from the project to the Belly to the ceiling, sweeping the area. In his hands were the handle ripped from a suitcase and some nails he'd managed to loosen from the desk they were under. When he was finished the dartboard had a rudimentary grip, but it was good enough. Even in his adult state he was no smith, so this was about as much as he could accomplish as a kid.

"Okay, all done." The boy showed off his work to his companion who was less than impressed. "Where's the next spot?"

Their next goal, the Cadet decided, was a huge area of various big items. Machinery pieces that were totally foreign to him, and stuffed between them more familiar things like the canvas of tents, poles, and what might have been a chunk from a tin chimney. The piles strewn about were big enough to hide behind, but there were also hollow space and tarps strewn about that might make a decent cover. There was a dip in the landscape just before the target area, but it shouldn't prove too much of a problem.

"Same plan, you go first BB."

This time the baby behemoth didn't hesitate. It drew one leg back a few times in preparation to charge, then it ran out and down the slope, easily making it up the other side where it skidded to a stop tucked into the shadow of a large piece of metal. The Cadet gave it a thumbs up and began crawling out from under the desk when another big smash came from the other side of the room. He paused, worried for the others, but he didn't hear anything else. If someone'd been grabbed or crushed someone would cry out... at the very least, the victim would. He reasoned that since he heard no such thing, everyone was still safe - and, since the sound was a distance away it was the best time to cross to his next hiding spot. The Cadet scrambled to his feet and ran down the slope.

When he got to the bottom his feet sank into the ground layer of garbage a little. He blinked, confused, but continued on. It was a little slow going, but the other side was right there——

Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaalll!!

The future monster hunter's head snapped up, his locking onto BB. He expected to find the minion stuck or hurt, but it was jumping in place and focused on a spot somewhere off to the Cadet's side. He followed it's gaze and saw something traveling under the junk, random items flying from the piles as it moved right towards him.

Monster number two?!

How could he forget! With as much strength as his little legs could muster he sprinted through there rest of the way, dragging himself up the other slope. He continued pushing himself until he dove under the cover where BB was waiting, knowing that the red spotlight would be making it's way over to him if it wasn't there already. As soon as he cleared the the overhang the evil gaze swept over it, finding nothing. Another noise drew it's attention from somewhere (somewhere closer by, the Cadet noted) and it moved on.

"What in the wulg," he breathed, flopping onto his back beneath the metal canopy. Yeah, this giggisucked big time.

The boy closed his eyes and sighed, deep and drawn out. After a few moments he caught his breathe and got to his feet, rattled but not despairing yet. He would feel so much better with a weapon to along with his shield though. Sharp or blunt, anything would be fine. Cautiously the Cadet left the safety of the overhang and made his way around one of the mounds of stuff. He threw a glance back at where he'd last seen "monster number two," but there was no trace of it now.

After a short investigation the Cadet determined that he was on an "island" of sorts. It was a big pile up of metals, cogs, fabrics, and random other things - and all around it was the bottom layer of junk where the mystery monster was lurking. Gargwawesome, he thought to himself sarcastically. How was he going to get off? Maybe he could do something like Sakura had been doing, when he'd caught a brief glimpse of her after first setting off. Man, he really wish he could spot any of the others now. Maybe he should climb up and get a better view? He looked up. I can definitely climb that. The only problem was not getting seen by that bruise-colored jerk.

The Cadet collected a bundle of tarps, planning to hide himself under it if the red eyed gaze came his way. He also yanked a thin pole out from the pile. The pole was longer than he was tall, thin and lightweight - in fact it seemed hollow. There were even thinner branches sticking out of it near the top, some snapped off, with little swirls at the end. From one of the branches a broken bird feeder hung (and was promptly discarded). This thing was a bit unwieldy, but it had a sharp point. If his tarp plan failed the Cadet's brilliant back up plan was to just start stabbing. He looked ridiculous with his dartboard "shield" and garden accessory "lance," but just having a crude facsimile of a weapon made him all the more confident.

BB waited in safety while the Cadet strung up his tarp on the pole and climbed his way up the metal pile. When he got to the top and stopped moving, he resembled a strange, skinny, grease stained tipi. He wasn't very high up, but he could see a few of the others! His heart instantly felt lighter just seeing them in one piece, even if they were all still technically in danger. Of particular interest was the sight of a boat rowing through the junk on the ground layer. The person manning it was draped in a cloth so he couldn't tell exactly who it was, but it was going the wrong way. Or... maybe on purpose?

He made his way back down, letting out a low whistle to summon BB to him. The baby behemoth ran over to him and slipped beneath the tarps, looking a little spooked. The Cadet looked suspiciously at their hiding spot, but there was nothing there save for a stationary little triangle hat. They moved carefully to edge of their "island," and the hunter waved a hand at the ferryman to get their attention. "Permission to board?" the boy asked, peeking his face out from his disguise.
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There was that high pitched whine again as Ames watched Magpie be enveloped in darkness. Raime's warning would have been great had the girl not already disappeared. On top of that, they had a wild axe-wielding flaming mud man bearing down on them - and fast. Though she wasn't the guy's current target, Ames stood and backed away slightly, preparing to draw her sword. When she did the shield that was still out there pulled back with her, and the animist froze. She probably shouldn't take the light source too far, what if Mags got stuck in the dark? She at least needed to keep the fiery shield out there until their knucklehead returned.

While Raime struck out, Ames took her blade in both hands in a [Combat Stance]. She raised her endurance in preparation to defend the crew from counterattacks. With the way the mud man spoke he seemed more like a fellow player than a monster. At least she couldn't imagine any monsters designed to speak that way. Did he pick it up from some Immortal? Or maybe this dude was just a human - but then why was he skulking around in a place like this?!
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