Storm Rider
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 15
YEN : 25,000
PLAYED BY : CHERI
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Post by Junko Youji on Nov 14, 2016 21:39:58 GMT -5
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When the invitation flashed to life on her phone, Junko had been at home. She had just sat down to eat a bowl of instant ramen, the very cutting edge of her culinary skills as a high schooler. The message and the video certainly caught her attention. Junko had yet to join any official site or tell most people that she was a Storm Rider. So receiving a message clearly intended for all Storm Riders came as a surprise. How did they even know? Air Treks had chips... Maybe they got the information from there?
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Aside from that little oddity, the rest of the video had caught her attention as well. Junko had seen bits and pieces about the Parts War online. It was an old thing that was seemingly being revived. Junko didn't really understand what was going on completely, but she had been invited to a party. The girl had sat there for half an hour considering whether attending would be a good idea or not. In the end, she decided to attend.
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Junko had stylish clothing for such a fancy party, but they were all packed from her recent move. She didn't feel like unpacking, and the man had said to be careful with how they dressed. So, Junko just chose to wear skinny jeans and a red turtle neck. Of course, it was November, so she also slid on a simple coat that was such a dark shade of red it was nearly black. Her strappy ATs were slid on as well. For some reason, her feet never got chilly in them. Maybe it was the warmth of the motors in the shoes?
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Before she left the apartment, Junko had pulled out a plaid scarf that was a soft cream and red coloring. It had been an afterthought, but when she arrived, Junko was glad she brought it. All of the cameras were unsettling. For one, this kind of meeting felt as if it was the kind of thing that probably wasn't the best to be recorded being at. So, almost immediately, she pulled the scarf up to cover the lower half of her face. Junko didn't need her mom being hounded by photographs of her daughter at what appeared to be a gathering of Storm Riders.
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As she slowly skated through the crowd of Storm Riders, Junko remained quiet. She always had trouble talking to other riders. It felt like they were all so much cooler than her. What could she have to say to them that'd be worth it? So, she simply drifted over to the food tables. When she got there, Junko had to reach up to adjust her scarf from the drooling that dropped from the corner of her mouth at the delicious food that laid in front of her. Without hesitation, she reached to begin piling food onto a plate.
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Tuner
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 16
YEN : 10,000
PLAYED BY : Amy
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Post by Hikari Sakuraba on Nov 14, 2016 21:42:52 GMT -5
SUPERFAST SUPERFAST [attr="class","topprz"]  I come in last, but just in time for breakfast Sure she loved her little bit of chaos. Kittens were great at getting attention, especially if one was wearing shorts. She could even catch a few out of the corner of her eyes trying to climb up onto the food table. A few of the younger ones swiping at the holographic snowflakes. Speaking of kittens, it seemed her own kitten was a bit jealous. She flipped her khaki cap forward setting it on Vy's head before petting it lightly, showing she still cared for her Maid Queen. Witha flick of her other hand, she let the bun of hair loose, her long white hair falling free as she relaxed. Just in time for her head to be grabbed and a kiss planted on ehr cheek from her sister. "Aww Gloomy is avoiding the kittens." She just ruffled Byakko's hair and grinned.
It was a tuner thing to admire the sounds, smells, and sights of all the AT Technology in the area. Besides her own Queen next to her, she could see the Pledge King stand over with a few people by the food table. Recently joining the crowd jsut after her was the Rumble Queen. As she looked a bit more at the group of two regalia, her eyes blinked a little faster. Reaching out, she just placed both hands on Gloomy's head and tred to direct ehr to the red head in the group. "Correct me if I am wrong, you always do, but....doesn't eh look like Gusty?" She heard the sound of new ATS rolling around the food table. The Blonde hair and seemingly stand of swagger caused more blinks. Her hands twitsting the brunette's head toward the new target. "And is that Sunny Boy? It's a family reunion!" As the hands went away she let out her trademark squeel of delight. One that usually indicated she needed to be held down before she went running towards the squeal instigator LAIKA OF THQ [newclass=.topprz]position: relative; z-index: 3;[/newclass] |
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Storm Rider
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 54
YEN : 33,500
PLAYED BY : Vy
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Post by Vivienne Sasaki on Nov 14, 2016 23:33:18 GMT -5
 | if you freely can give something, it means you have freedom |
"Not the only royalty. I did expect it, but it´s good to have someone knowledgeable with me. And don´t worry..."
It was a bit weird to have someone kneeling in front of her, even though she was a so called queen, she did not really feel like one. She just enjoyed her A-T´s and was proud about them. There was no embarassment on her part either, just a slightly off feeling about this. Vy was still a bit pouty, but forgot momentarily as one of the adorable critters tugged at her dress. Sheesh, Kari always had the weirdest of ideas, sure, but they always ended in fun for all of them. Although she would have to make sure she got spoiled later.
Picking up the cat, she put it on her new hat, letting it rest there. She always had a knack for animals and even if she did not especially like one over the next, they were fine. Although she had already scratched the idea of wanting to keep one or two of them. Apparently one of her roommates did not get along with them and she had remembered the hairs. Nothing was worse to clean up than cat hairs. Well, the hat would do for the kitten on top of it, she did not want any more on her dress. Carefully approaching the group Kari had gotten too.
But it seemed to be mostly a group of gravity children. Seems like she would just get in the way of that reunion. Instead she turned and saw the only other king she was aware of. They had only met shortly before to adjust her Regalia, but TAKEO TSUGUHITO and her had never gotten to talk much. Seeing as this was a meeting, she might as well. Putting down her glass of champagne she had not touched on one of the tables, she took off her hat and put the now sleeping and purring kitten into the turned over hat. Carrying it like that.
"Pledge King. Nice to meet you again, we did not really talk much the last times. Seeing as there seems to be an ongoing family reunion, mind if I join you?" She asked in a polite and friendly voice, uncertain how to address him. After all, maybe some kings gave more to their names than her and her upbringing would not allow her to just assume something. "Ah, you might not remember me, my name is Vivienne Sasaki. Please call me Vy." She added with the hint of a genuine smile. "If I may, I was wondering, but would you know what this is all about?" After all, as the pledge king, the king of tuners and the sole authority when it came to regalia, he was in the middle of the network. Maybe in the middle of all of them. Him not knowing anything would be at least a bit worrying to Vy.
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NPC
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 5
PLAYED BY : ANNOUNCER
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Post by ANNOUNCER on Nov 15, 2016 3:57:05 GMT -5
| This road is paved with tricksters and fools. Oh deceivers, the gravels loose so tighten up your shoes. We're all saints and non-believers. A miracle in one hand and the other holds a ball and chain. We thirst for liberation, we thirst for the rise of fame. |
THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM [attr="class","ownpost"] There were a fair amount of riders gathered all in one place. Where there were new to old riders, new to old tuners. This place, this was the birth of it all: the parts war would soon be born once more here. The sound of thunder would come to be heard, but there was no rain outside. A light would flash as the sound of a screeching noise would come to be heard. The lights, flickering on and off, would come to finally be shut down. Above the ceiling that was high, there was lightning flashing from above; finally a voice would sound. "WELCOME!" The voice greeted. But there was no way to pinpoint their exact location as it would sound as if it were coming from all sides. Suddenly, a light would flash onto but one, single entity. A man, the same man, would once more return to stand before the riders and tuners. "Welcome to the gathering of parts, the gathering of war: THE PARTS WAR!" arising his voice, lightning would strike from the ceilings above. The snow flakes no longer there as a spotlight would befall over the man who stood upon the chance. Tapping his cane repeatedly upon the solid surface repeatedly, his body slightly moving with each tap that his wooden cane would come to mate with the stage's surface. "The Parts War, a game of games...it is unknown as to whom created these games, but they say that the creator themselves are still alive til this very day." The man would take off his hat and, revealing the baldness of his head that was painted white, out came a flock of birds from the hat. "My name is Bawon Samedi, and I will be the official announcer for all matches." Clapping his hands together, he would say next, "Close your hands and then open your palms once more; either or..." In their hands an emblem shaped like a tree inside of a perfect circle, but under the first tree there was another tree inside of the circle, underneath the first, mimicking roots of sorts within the circle. "Yggdrasil, all Storm Riders––along with Tuners––will have these emblems with them. Whenever a rider has challenged another rider, be it a group or simple battle between two individuals, this emblem will glow and a holographic version of myself will appear. This will serve as your guide, your advisor, your announcer...this Emblem is sacred and must be kept on you 24/7." Bawon explained.
"Questions?"
NOTE: Please post a tl;dr when replying/responding to Bawon/Announcer. Current conversations may continue going and you can merely ignore Bawon, whom is giving information, to you all! Up to you! Happy role-playing! [attr="class","sumcreds"]MADE FOR RIDE THE WAVE [newclass=.ownpost]font-family:arial;font-size:8pt;color:#e1e1e1;[/newclass] [newclass=.ownpost b]font-family:Lato;font-size:13px;color:#aee55a;[/newclass] [newclass=.ownpost a]font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:7.5pt;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.sumcreds]font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:6pt;color:#000000;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [GoogleFont=Raleway|Ubuntu|Lato] |
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Tuner
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 13
YEN : 10,000
PLAYED BY : GEM
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Post by TAKEO TSUGUHITO on Nov 15, 2016 18:04:22 GMT -5
[attr="class","bfbase"] [attr="class","bftop"] [attr="class","bficon"]  [attr="class","bfboxbase"] 호르몬 전쟁 [attr="class","bfbox"]Takeo had no time to dawdle on the mysterious walking skeleton's minute introduction and vanishing act. Some over-glorified magician, if he said so himself. And the red head was not one for magic tricks. Especially after having come all this way for some elaborate occasion that he had yet to have any clue what was for. Looking around once again, he could only deduce it was some gathering of of Storm Riders. This was far from Tool Toul To sponsored event, so he himself wasn't obligated to go about and start playing match maker. Thank goodness for that. For the only other member he could think of within the team was Ev—ah shit...
Eyes lowered and a twinge of annoyance was visible by the twitch of his brow. "It's delicious actually. Why don't you try some? It'll make you much easier to deal with, having something in your mouth and all." His lips curled to a devilish coy grin. Although the teen had no ill will against Evender, there was some sort of friendly rivalry that the pledge king had come to expect from being in the same vicinity as this teammate in particular. "Since you're here, I guess I can leave," he started, amber hues darting about the place once more. "This is more of your scene anyway. Yanno... gaudy and pretentious."
Or something like that. There was an audible snicker that came from Takeo's lips as he took a step towards another table of food. Although once again interrupted by the sounds of another seemingly speaking directly towards him. And with a familiar voice at that. "Hm?" With the perking of a brow, Takeo would turn his head and lay sight to familiar icy-blue hair. The added "twinkle-toes" helped jig his memory even further. "Fancy feet? You're into A•Ts?" Like the other had stated, it was hard to tell who was and wasn't these days. Judging books by their cover usually led to wrong assumptions. "Nice seeing you again~"
And as if he had some kind of magnet for conversation, a new body appeared to the group. A female this time, and a familiar one at that. "Luciana? You're here too?" Did every one he know indulge in A•Ts? Hm, people with similar hobbies did usually find a way to meet up with one another sooner or later. The jab at his plate caused another twinge of annoyance. Albeit small, he reacted with a twitch from the corner of his lip. "I'm not leaving this thing empty handed. A to go plate is the least they can provide. Especially after I had to travel to get to this thing." Eye cut to the empty podium. Stupid court jester...
All in all, the event itself seemed to be as he had thought it to be prior. A meeting for those interested and indulging in AirTreks. But from the looks of things, there weren't that many regalia holders present. Not that he knew of at least. He could only find Luciana and himself to be the only to present. Until another rather familiar face appeared and introduced herself. "Ah, pleasure to meet you. Takeo Tsuguhito." He wanted to set his plate down and give the girl a handshake. But the food was far too valuable to let go of, so he bowed a bit. "Besides being a family reunion and overall gathering of A•T users? I have no clue." The family reunion bit, he caught from bits and pieces of conversation he heard within the room.
His mouth opened to speak once again, but was soon cut off by the return of skeletor. Or well, 'Bawon' as he introduced himself to be. Setting his plate down, Takeo proceeded to close his hand at the appearance of simply magician tomfoolery and as spoken, an emblem appeared. An ugly one at that. "What? I'm not carrying this thing around with me." A thought he spoke aloud before turning to Evender with a puzzled look then back to the man seemingly in charge of this.
Parts War. No way. He'd heard of it, but it couldn't be starting up again right? And for what?
Any Questions? No. He had a statement.
"Yeah, that's nice and all. But Tool Toul To will not be participating in any war. Let alone one over Parts." Takeo called out from the buffet, eyes lids lowering to a stern glare. "I'm sure you did your research and are well aware we act as a neutral party in all affairs. Wars included." [attr="class","bfnotes"] tldr — takeo says hell nah tool toul to is not down with this shiet. [attr="class","sumcreds"]♔KOJIHIME [Googlefont=Montserrat|Noto Sans|Ubuntu] [newclass=.bfbase]width:320px;[/newclass] [newclass=.bftop]padding:10px;border-top:#2e2e2e 5px solid;background:#ff6600;[/newclass] [newclass=.bficon]width:105px;height:105px;padding:3px;border-left:#fafafa 4px solid;border-top:#fafafa 4px solid;border-right:#2e2e2e 4px solid;border-bottom:#2e2e2e 4px solid;background:#ff9900;[/newclass] [newclass=.bfboxbase]background:#2e2e2e;padding:5px;border-bottom:#ff6600 5px solid[/newclass] [newclass=.bfbox]color:#fcfcfc;text-align:justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:10px;margin:30px 45px;[/newclass] [newclass=.bfbox b]color:#ffaa00;font-size:10.9px;font-family:Noto Sans;[/newclass] [newclass=.bfbox a]font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.bfnotes]height:0px;width:320px;font-family:calibri;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;color:#ffffff;background-color:#2e2e2e;overflow:hidden;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] [newclass=.bfnotes b]color:#ffaa00;[/newclass] [newclass=.bfnotes a]font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.bfbase:hover .bfnotes]height:65px;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] [newclass=.sumcreds]font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:6pt;color:#000000;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] |
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Storm Rider
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 17
YEN : 25,000
PLAYED BY : Delirium
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Post by Luciana Reyes on Nov 15, 2016 23:42:17 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","deliimg"]  [attr="class","delimain"]The initial response she got out of the ginger was somewhat entertaining and Luciana couldn't keep a small grin from appearing on her face. "Where else would I be? Everyone else seems to be here, after all." The girl simply let out a small, light-hearted laugh as he justified his plate of food. "Don't worry, I'm about to be stacking plates at least just as high. I'm absolutely starving." For now, however, Luciana would wait to grab any food. She didn't want to put herself into a food coma before any of the action for the night even started.
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It was then that another familiar face appeared. Luciana hadn't really thought about it much, but it made sense that this one would be here. The person in question was none other than the woman who was the most recent one to approach Takeo. Luciana offered a friendly wave as the woman finished speaking. "Yo Vy. How's it going?" She had only met the other woman one time, but Vy proved herself to be a useful partner and a good rider. Those were two qualities that Luciana appreciated greatly in anyone.
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Of course, what fun would it be if their gracious host didn't return to begin the excitement? The man who looked like a witch doctor appeared once more and this time Luciana actually noticed him. The girl zoned out as he started to go off explaining what the Parts War was and... wait, did he say that the Parts War was starting now? She had thought that it was no longer a thing, but it seems she had been mistaken. Now her attention was back on the man fully, who introduced himself as Bawon Samedi. He then directed them to close their hands and then open them again, which Luciana did absentmindedly, not thinking much of it until the emblem appeared in her palm. This shit keeps getting weirder and weirder...
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When the man concluded his opening statements, Luciana would wait a moment to see how people reacted. Takeo was the first to respond, declaring that he would not be participating in any war. Luciana was eager to be a part of it though. It sounded exactly like the type of thrill and excitement she needed in her life. At this point all of the information still seemed pretty vague. Luciana wanted to see how people would react and what questions they would ask before getting involved. If she recalled correctly, Vy had been rather curious about this whole thing. Turning back to the woman, Luciana would say, "Looks like the creepy guy has some answers for you. Just don't piss him off. You wouldn't want him to put some voodoo on you." [attr="class","delitag3"]- - - [attr="class","delinote1]TLDR [attr="class","delinote2]Luciana decides to wait to ask questions until she has more information to work with. [attr="class","delicred"]DELIRIUM™ [newclass=.deliimg]width:100px;height:100px;background-color:#2B2B2B;border:6px double #9370DB;[/newclass] [newclass=.delinote1]width:60px;height:24px;background-color:#2B2B2B;border:3px double #AAAAFF;margin-top:3px;margin-left:-220px;padding:5px;font-family:Californian FB;font-size:20px;color:#9370DB;font-weight:bold;text-align:center;[/newclass] [newclass=.delinote2]width:200px;height:24px;background-color:#2B2B2B;border:3px double #AAAAFF;margin-top:-40px;margin-left:80px;padding:5px;font-family:Californian FB;font-size:12px;color:#eee;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.delinote2 b]color:#9370DB[/newclass] [newclass=.delimain]width:280px;height:280px;background-color:#2B2B2B;border:3px double #AAAAFF;margin-top:3px;padding:5px;font-family:Californian FB;font-size:12px;color:#eee;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.delimain b]color:#9370DB[/newclass] [newclass=.delitag1]width:80px;height:24px;background-color:#2B2B2B;border:3px double #9370DB;margin-top:3px;margin-left:-200px;padding:5px;font-family:Californian FB;font-size:12px;color:#AAAAFF;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.delitag2]width:80px;height:24px;background-color:#2B2B2B;border:3px double #9370DB;margin-top:-40px;padding:5px;font-family:Californian FB;font-size:12px;color:#AAAAFF;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.delitag3]width:80px;height:24px;background-color:#2B2B2B;border:3px double #9370DB;margin-top:-40px;margin-left:200px;padding:5px;font-family:Californian FB;font-size:12px;color:#AAAAFF;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.delitag1 a]color:#AAAAFF[/newclass] [newclass=.delitag2 a]color:#AAAAFF[/newclass] [newclass=.delitag2 a]color:#AAAAFF[/newclass] [newclass=.delicred]margin-top:3px;font-family:Californian FB;font-size:8px;color:#2B2B2B;text-align:center;tex-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.deliscroll::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 3px;[/newclass] [newclass=.deliscroll::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #eee;[/newclass] |
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Storm Rider
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 21
YEN : 10,000
PLAYED BY : frost
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Post by KESSHO EIEN on Nov 16, 2016 1:25:37 GMT -5
 A COLD RAIN IS FALLING A bright smile curled upon his lips as the ginger-haired male responded to the bluenette. He had to admit that he never imagined the guy to be into AT's. Then again, it was becoming more than apparent that people from practically every corner of the globe had gotten into them. That American guy with the red hair, Twinkle Toes, this gal with the awesome purple hair! Seriously, he was jealous of how fantastic that shade of purple turned out! ...Wait, who was this chick anyway? Not only her, but some woman dressed in a very regal looking outfit. Sort of reminded him of his Phantom of the Opera costume he wore for that one music video he did a while back... getting distracted. Blue eyes rested upon the various people gathering around them at the buffet table. The woman with the white hair seemed a little... odd, to say the least. The ginger-haired guy didn't seem to like her very much. Takeo was his name, was it? He honestly wasn't sure what to make of their brief exchange of words. Something about being the 'Pledge King' or something. He honestly had no clue what that meant, but he'd just leave it be for now. And what was the tanned girl's name? The one with the awesome neon purple hair? Luciana? That was definitely a foreign name! So many foreigners he was getting to meet tonight. It was either some strange twist of fate, or some extremely weird coincidence. He was about to open his mouth to speak up again, before the creepy guy with the skeletal face paint spoke up again. 'Bawon Samedi'. What... the hell kind of name was that? even for a foreign name, it was just absolutely weird. His eyes looked down at his hand to find something within its grasp. Some sort of tree-shaped emblem. How the ever loving hell did he wind up with this thing? Some sort of freaky voodoo magic. He was not in the mood for spooky crap right now. So naturally, nerves and curiosity getting the better of him, he'd wind up being the first to speak up. "Oy, oy. What the hell is this about, man? Parts War? You mean, like competing for AT parts? Why do that when we could just get them ourselves? Or better yet, why are you bringing us here to participate in one to begin with? You can't seriously expect us to just be all - "Oh we totally know what this is about! Sure, we'll hop right on that!" can you? Baaaaka!" That last word was directed at Bawon with condescending inflection, the bluenette clearly not only not understanding what this was about, but was also not impressed with how the man was handling this sudden announcement. If he were a manager in the idol industry, he'd be reprimanded for not giving out all of the details. Or at least, yelled at by a superior agent or something. TL;DR - Kessho is happy that Takeo recognizes him from their DDR match! He's briefly introduced to other foreign peeps, but brings his attention back to Bawon and is not only confused, but also unimpressed by his organization on this announcement. He questions the man's intentions in order to better understand the sudden Parts War declaration. Aviv Venfordt TAKEO TSUGUHITO Luciana Reyes WITHOUT YOU, I'M STRUGGLING, MY LOVE MADE BY ★MEULK |
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Storm Rider
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 24
YEN : 20,000
PLAYED BY : AvivHighwind
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Post by Aviv Venfordt on Nov 17, 2016 4:08:45 GMT -5
 our odyssey BEGINS AS WE SET SAIL ON THE WINDS OF FATE Before he could even go talk to anyone else in the room, their “host” reappeared to the stage. He ominously explained the Parts War, the game of game that this was apparently here to announce. Now, even though the Rider was skeptical, something about this seemed vaguely familiar. Why can’t I remember exactly where I’ve heard something like this before? He questioned himself. The announcer talked about the emblem of Yggdrasil that, after Aviv did as instructed, did indeed appear in his palm. What tomfoolery this was went over the Rider’s head, but not before stirring more questions than answers. That’s when an individual stepped out of the crowd and raised a question to the announcer, who identified himself as one “Bawon Samedi”. The individual had red-orange hair and spoke a clear message to both the announcer and the crowd. The group, Tool Toul To, that this person was a part of, apparently would remain neutral in its affairs. His emerald eyes widened just a bit- he’d heard about the famed group of tuners, although he had never met one in person (not that he actually met this person, but it was a start). Then Kessho spoke up, stating his thoughts in the form of questions. Ones that certainly invited both more information but also dished some haughty disrespect. This man certainly didn’t seem like the kind to be trifled with, nor did Aviv have any attention of bringing any additional attention to himself, despite his relatively interesting knack for always being at least a head taller than everyone he was around. He slowly maneuvered closer to the food table, ending up beside a red-haired lass with a scarf on. “ So what do you think about all this? You aren’t cold are you?” He asked her. The American was more than willing to offer her his jacket if she was cold, but he also knew that sometimes it was a simple fashion statement. Despite what she might say, Aviv was going to see what else would be discussed. It would be a huge factor in making his choice to act or not. TL;DR: Instead of asking questions, Aviv will both chat up another Rider present and listen to see what other clarification will be given. He won’t truly make a decision until the circumstances are better explained. PHARAOH LEAP. |
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Tuner
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 18
YEN : 10,000
PLAYED BY : AvivHighwind
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Post by Evender Trolytran on Nov 17, 2016 4:41:19 GMT -5
| Eve was certainly surprised at just who all came over to address the Pledge King like he himself did. The first was a blue haired kid who acted almost like he didn’t exist, although he seemed surprised that Takeo was interested in ATs. I guess he’s not as open about being a tuner as some are? Eve wondered as the second, a woman, approached. At least she acknowledged him, introducing herself as Luciana. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Madam Luciana. My name is Evender Trolytran, although most people simple call me ‘Eve’.” The third member of the now growing group was a woman who Eve could only label as “Fierce”. She directly acknowledged Takeo as the Pledge King, something that made Eve raise his brow. Was this woman a Rider of a similar class as Takeo?
His interest got the better of him, so he pulled out his tablet and acted like he was checking a message he received. Instead he was opening the READ network to scan these individual’s info. The fierce woman (she’d just introduced herself) was a B-Class Rider, but something about her seemed more regal than even that… He didn’t know why, which made him go to the others present. The Blue haired individual was F-Class (which didn’t surprise Eve one bit) and Lady Luciana was… missing data? To the Tuner, that seemed highly unlikely, although he wouldn’t call the woman out on it in front of everyone.
“I apologize for that, my name’s Evender. Please feel free to call me ‘Eve’ though. It’s certainly my pleasure to meet you, Madam Vy.” He introduced himself to Lady Vivienne. Before he could really say much more, their host and announcer suddenly made his appearance back in the spotlight.
When Bawon announced the Parts War, the blonde merely looked annoyed. Anyone with half a brain wouldn’t have invited tuners to this event without knowing where they stood on the situation…. Could they have some special plans for the merry band? Eve certainly hoped not, but before he could say anything to his King, Takeo made the first move.
Well, to say the least, Takeo actually held himself with a bold approach and unwavering voice. It certainly showed the authority he was enacting as the Pledge King and leader of Tool Toul To. Eve moved slightly closer to Takeo and whispered to him, “Whatever your call, I’ve got your back.”
It honestly wasn’t saying much, but he hoped that the words would encourage the Pledge King about his decision to enforce the group’s Neutrality Statement.
TL;DR – Eve decides not to pose any questions himself. Instead decides to stand by Takeo’s decision in these circumstances. Hopes his words encouraged the Tuner’s King.
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Storm Rider
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 54
YEN : 33,500
PLAYED BY : Vy
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Post by Vivienne Sasaki on Nov 17, 2016 5:42:04 GMT -5
| if you freely can give something, it means you have freedom |
So the pledge king himself had no idea either. That was troubling, but not as much as if he actually had planned something. The regalias evolved or withered at his disgression, and the tuner being nearly all in tool toul to meant if he controlled all of them, A-T´s could just as easily vanish as well. In Vy´s opinion, the pledge king was one of the most important positions in the A-T world. nodding at what he had said. "I see, I aplogize for suspecting you, Pledge King. Takeo." A smile playing on her lips that was not all professional anymore. Looking a bit more relaxed, having fulfilled the task she had in mind before she addressed the others.
Knowing it must have seemed rude, but she hoped no one would mind terribly. And they did not really. Rather everyone greeted her and it felt like she was included. Funny, she wondered if she would ever get used to this feeling. As a maid she had always stood by only after all. "Luci, it is great to see you again. We should go on a wild ride like that again soon." The latina and her had met on a mission and their different approaches to situations had worked well, combining to form a pretty good team, balancing each other out.
Feeling the movement of Eve´s fingers on his pad, she could about make a guess what he was doing. A good precaution to say the least. Gathering information and making a call how to act. Vy had no idea what kind of data he got, never having asked Kari to show her her own, but it was apparently enough, seeing as he put down the pad and extended a greeting to her. Incling her head slightly, she answered in kind. "A pleasure, Eve, please, call me Vy. I am not someone important or old enough to warrant a madam." A chuckle escaped her andshe ignored Bawon for a moment. It would be impolite to just gloss over Eve.
But as she finished talking, she turned to face Bawon as well. Wondering if he was fascinated by the moe culture, with a cute name like Bawon. Which sounded like a little girl spelling 'Baron' with a lisp. He did not look like it, but one could never really tell. Who would ever know that Vy had a few dozen figurines, maid outfits of all anime kinds and watched some shows as fanatically as she could. As for his speech it was imposing and at the same time, she felt resistance inside of her rising. "I will try not to Luci, but it seems to be the only time we will get to ask questions, so holding back won´t help either."
The emblem in her hand good and well, but... But the pledge king got the first word in. As usual Tool Toul To would stay neutral, having barely any interest in going into any kind of war with the riders. Smiling and nodding at Takeo, she looked over to Bawon and spoke up herself. "Except for the fact that you seem to claim to be the supervisor of the war and want to take control of challenges, nothing changed. Challenges happened before and will after, so why should we bother with your rules and supervision? In short, what is the incentive to play along with you? I myself am not interested in the parts of other riders, so why should I bother with the war? Is there a prize beyond gathering parts?"
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Storm Rider
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 17
YEN : 25,000
PLAYED BY : Someone
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Post by Clyde Quinn on Nov 17, 2016 13:15:52 GMT -5
Clyde stuck out like a sore thumb. He seemed to be one of the only people that wasn't socializing with others, everyone else was out and about having fun. Though here stuck the Gravity Child standing on the buffet line not even bothering to talk to anyone. This probably had to do with the fact that he didn't like crowds at all, he felt out of place and short-tempered when there happened to be a lot of people around him. And ironically at this instance, a gathering of Storm Riders and Tuners alike as they listened to the peculiar announcer talk on as well as having their own conversations. The Gravity Child was paying attention to an awkward point, he'd even stopped moving in the buffet line as thoughts flooded his head. The main thing? Well, it came back to him thinking about his supposed mission, with these 'Parts Wars' going on again, would he follow the mission he was supposed to do? Would he step on the hands of people as they tried to climb the tower? But the thought of following the doctor's orders disgusted him, but in the end if he took part in these Parts Wars, wouldn't he be following the orders without even trying to? Giving it a shrug he finally came back to reality as people had been stunned perhaps? Er- rather it seemed like a few familiar faces were talking and he just blinked as people talked, part of him wanted to join in but the other part was shifting towards his quiet side. Though finally he was able to snap back to reality while he noticed someone he'd seen before- it was the person whom had ran into him? Something about his group being completely neutral in the Parts Wars. Others talked among themselves, some calling the idea idiotic while others didn't care about it. But of course Clyde himself was slightly interested, after all being able to win parts helped everyone, being able to show off your skill, get to know people, make friendships, or even- as it was meant to be -win parts. Though on the opposite side it's possible the police wouldn't like it, even saying other Storm Riders or teams may not like it. Of course there are the cons of making enemies, losing your own parts, really the list goes on and on with endless pros and cons. This entire time Clyde had been close to the group of people that had been talking, while at the same time staying awkwardly quiet. But then he decided to throw out his two cents for anyone that would listen, "I failed is ten times more of a man than someone who says what if, cause what if never went to the arena..." Clyde sighed for a minute as he closed his eyes at the end of his response, though he kinda realized some people might of thought what he had said sounded weird. "A...Ahm, I was trying to say that something like this would take courage and confidence in your own abilities because you might lose something most people here hold dear- your ATs."Giving it a shrug after the awkward display he goes back to facing the buffet, filling his plate with some food. @iunno - 566 words - notes MADE BY VEL OF GS tl;dr he is talking once and back at the buffet gg |
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NPC
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 5
PLAYED BY : ANNOUNCER
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Post by ANNOUNCER on Nov 17, 2016 21:00:12 GMT -5
| This road is paved with tricksters and fools. Oh deceivers, the gravels loose so tighten up your shoes. We're all saints and non-believers. A miracle in one hand and the other holds a ball and chain. We thirst for liberation, we thirst for the rise of fame. |
THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM [attr="class","ownpost"] "Haha, there's always one." murmured the Haitian. Listening to each and every individual's response. Bawon remained at a standstill, his facial expression having yet to falter from a casual smile. The one that caught his attention first? The Pledge King. Bawon had knowledge on each and every king, or queen, of a specific road. And it just so happened to be his lucky day that the Pledge King had been here. "TAKEO TSUGUHITO ..truly a pleasure to speak with the successor of the Ring Road. A young man who prefers "tasteful" aesthetics, suitable for a Tuner personality I'd say." Bawon would direct his cane toward the orange haired male, wielding it within his left hand. "That emblem there, you could say, isn't too important for a Tuner more then it is a Storm Rider; especially if you have a team of your own then you merely do not need the emblem of Yggdrasil, once an emblem is crafted for a team it is automatically registered into our database––my dear king. We keep track of all teams as well as their members, so we are well aware of where Tool Toul To stands––but are you and your members is the real question..." Bawon left it at that; food for thought. He would not go into further detail with the young man as to what he meant, but would give a pleasurable wink from the corner of his left eye. "Back to your concerns on the emblem, these are merely for individuals who currently do not possess an emblem of their team. Meaning if you are a solo storm rider without a team, then it is a must you have these upon you. Trust me they will be your guiding light in the future." Directing his cane toward the individual known as KESSHO EIEN , he would address his question next. "Ahaha, you're a funny one; you may just come to entertain me during the game of games; I should have made this clear from my video message sometime ago––the Parts War isn't something that is optional and that also it should not be taken literal. Like I said previously, this is merely a game of games. You may have the option to bet parts if you so choose, but there is more to this world then mere AT parts. What many of you may not come to understand is that there is more to this world then just mere parts or even skates. There is the birth of power, the birth of new life, the abilities that one gains through a mere simple "run", thus extending said power!" Bawon explained. "The world of Air Treck is growing, people are becoming more aware that you all exist, and where you exist they will desire to know you. They will desire to want to learn from you, desire the power that you gained all on your own. Unlocking the potential key behind AT's are still, in fact, a mystery but is said to go even beyond the current understanding that we supposedly have. With the ability that those who come to possess the Regalia's have, the synchronization that is obtained only through the key of a Tuner. We, as of this day, are coming to discover new and bigger things concerning Air Trecks. Soon we won't need to rely upon the power of wind itself to aid us in producing the unique abilities that we gain upon riding it, soon we will be able to access even hidden secrets. Once you delve further in the Parts War, you'll come to understand the meaning behind it all and what the inventor themselves had envisioned." Bawon would exude a loud, sighing breathe. Tucking the slightly aroused look he began to exhibit upon his face that looked to be almost... thrilling. "But in the end," his face would revert to a nonchalant look, "there is no incentive. You have no choice but to participate, chuck the emblem and you will be visited personally by one of our own; we have eyes all around, so do remember that. As I said, this golden emblem will serve as your guiding light in the near future. It is best to keep it on you, there's more to this Parts War then meets the eye. We're not your enemy and things will come to fruition very soon, but for now we merely want you all to have a fun, friendly competition! And to show you that I'm on your side, how about we play a game right now?" Extending his arms apart, he would invite all to play this said game. "I'll need to acquire at least two to three volunteers, two will be just fine––but if you're not feeling bold, you may want to add three to your team!" said Bawon. NOTE: Please post a tl;dr when replying/responding to Bawon/Announcer. 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Storm Rider
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 21
YEN : 10,000
PLAYED BY : frost
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Post by KESSHO EIEN on Nov 17, 2016 22:44:24 GMT -5
 A COLD RAIN IS FALLING BGM: Unpleasant Premonition(Persona 3)Blue eyes glared up at Bawon for his initial comment prior to the explanation. This man... it felt like he was underestimating Kessho... and boy, did that piss the bluenette off. He clicked his tongue in obvious annoyance, listening to what the guy had to say. So everyone who was a Storm Rider didn't have a lick of a say in the matter? What a bunch of crap. But even with that said... the concept of how there was much more to this than a simple 'Parts War' held prospect. It intrigued the idol for sure, especially if it came to being known for something far greater than just being a Storm Rider, let alone an idol. And now a "game" was being presented to the lot. Being one to never turn down a challenge for a game... Kessho simply couldn't help himself. His sour expression faded to that of a rather confident smile... or maybe cocky is the better word? "Alright, Mr. Witch Doctor... I'll play your little game." he said, taking down his hood as he rolled forward a touch on his AT's. He had a feeling this was going to be fun, regardless of the end result. Though that said, he certainly didn't plan on losing, whatever the "game" might be. TL;DR - Kessho isn't terribly fond of Bawon, but he's looking to meet the man's challenge head-on! WITHOUT YOU, I'M STRUGGLING, MY LOVE MADE BY ★MEULK |
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Storm Rider
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 15
YEN : 25,000
PLAYED BY : CHERI
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Post by Junko Youji on Nov 18, 2016 3:16:32 GMT -5
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Junko glanced up as the Announcer's voice boomed into existence. She glanced towards him when he appeared and welcomed them to the parts war. Junko shuffled as she adjusted her scarf silently. He was speaking a lot... but she honestly didn't understand some of the words he spoke. What was Yggdrasil? He was doing as lot of magic tricks... Junko glanced down in thought, trying to figure out what he was even talking about. Why did they need a holographic version of him?
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When the red haired storm rider approached her, Junko looked up, blinking softly. Was she cold? She... wasn't. Junko was wearing a jacket. She shook her head quietly. Junko gulped... She had never actually spoken to a Storm Rider. The girl took in a deep breath before speaking softly. ”Erm... I'm not cold... thank you for asking.” As she spoke, her head dipped into a small bow of the head that was barely anything more than a nod. Her eyes shifted back to the Announcer momentarily before glancing to the red haired man. ”I... don't know what I think about this yet.”
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As more people questioned the Announcer, Junko turned to glance at the skull faced man, curious as to his reactions. People were challenging his authority, but that was to be expected with Storm Riders, right? It was why Junko worried so much over talking to them. The Announcer's answers to the questions being spoken brought more confusion to the girl's head. What was a Ring Road? Could... a road have a successor? A road was just what cars drove on, right?
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King? Was the boy a king? Did kings still exist in this modern day? Junko tilted her head to the side quietly. She pursed her lips in thought. Junko still didn't know so much... The Announcer spoke so much. It was hard to pick out what he was saying through the ham fisted philosophy. She managed to catch onto a few words here or there that stuck with her... Particularly the emphasis on hidden secrets. Her father had held a hidden secret- the ATs she found in his study...
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Junko moved to slowly skate forward, intent on asking a question... However, she instead found herself skating up just as he was asking for volunteers. Well, Junko didn't mind volunteering... Still, she had a question. Junko tried to skate forward as much as she could to speak in a soft voice.
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”I'll play the game.... but can you tell me what a regalia is first please? Erm... and a road... isn't that just what cars go on?”
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tldr; Junko tells Aviv she isn't cold, contemplates ATs and her lack of understanding of terms due to her own isolation, she volunteers for the game and asks what a regalia is and what a road is, cements herself as a noob.
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Civilian
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 16
YEN : 0
PLAYED BY : Dylan
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Post by Mika on Nov 21, 2016 9:25:04 GMT -5
| "I live, so that I might improve. I improve, so that I might live." |
”Question.”
Stepping out and away from the pods of gathered riders. With hand raised in a polite gesture. One of the banquet servants seemed intent on participating in what was to come. ”Can I volunteer...even if I don’t have AirTreks?” Now that...is a rather preposterous question. One that had jumped from an eager heart, without a moment of thought. Though technically, hours in the making.
[The Road Till Now…]
(WIP - I have a lot to catch up on from the start. All the posts that happened prior. Please forgive me for grabbing up the spot, and I promise to finish this soon.)
Future TL;DR: Mika came to the even as a new hire for the servering staff. Nearly had a fanboy stroke when Air Trekers started showing up. Despite the fact that interupting their event will result inhis being fired, and ending back out on the streets with no money or livelihood; he could't pass up a chance to pursue his passion. Even if...ya know...it means being turned away in shame.
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