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Ask my character "How do you feel about ______?" Can be an idea, person(s), place, or thing, and they'll have to answer honestly.
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what would you say is takatora's current purpose in the city, what helps him get through to the next day?
well, taking into account the event,
In general, though, I imagine he’s fairly focused on people at an individual level. He has very little influence in the city at the moment, though he would like to change that, and the most he can do is try to change things on a smaller scale. His focus in his own mind is almost always on what he is in a position to do, and he’s not so unrealistic as to set his sights on the kind of influence he had in Zawame. On a fundamental level, he wants -- and has always wanted -- little more than to help people in whatever way he can.
I, as a roleplayer, am very bad at demonstrating that much because of my slowness in writing and other variables, but hey,
The Muns' Studio - ask me questions about the way I play my muse, why I've made certain decisions in their story and anything you'd like to know about what I think of them.
Defense squad update:
I’m not gonna answer the asks as I was planning to at the moment due to unrelated factors, but below the cut is a list of the current participants (I’m going to @ people to make sure they see for OOC collab).
We have several people interested in fight threads as opponents at the moment. See below the cut for those details and drop me an ask if you’re interested in being involved!
strength
strength: how impulsive are you?
“It depends what my options are. Given that it’s feasible to take the time to plan, I would sooner be prepared and have an airtight plan. It’s a matter of confidence in the decision, I suppose; I hesitate to make definitive decisions unless I am confident that it is the best, or only, option.”
“...Ah. I suppose you weren’t asking about such drastic situations, though. Even so, I would not consider myself to be a spur of the moment person without some motive to be so.”
Quick defense team update:
As it stands, I have several asks from those who are interested in participating…on the defensive side. I don’t have anyone for us to fight. If you would like your character to be involved in wrecking the city and to meet some resistance for it, whether they win or lose, then by all means, let me know!
This isn’t a 100% “the defense team will win and the attackers will lose”, as well; that’s up to the RPers or the course of the thread, whatever they’d prefer. So no need to worry about it just being your character getting wrecked.
The post for information on this is here. Interested parties of either side are more than welcome. I’ll compile a list of current participants tomorrow afternoon and answer asks to confirm they were received and etc. If I post the list and your ask wasn’t answered, you can assume I didn’t receive it.
Quick defense team update:
As it stands, I have several asks from those who are interested in participating...on the defensive side. I don’t have anyone for us to fight. If you would like your character to be involved in wrecking the city and to meet some resistance for it, whether they win or lose, then by all means, let me know!
This isn’t a 100% “the defense team will win and the attackers will lose”, as well; that’s up to the RPers or the course of the thread, whatever they’d prefer. So no need to worry about it just being your character getting wrecked.
The post for information on this is here. Interested parties of either side are more than welcome. I’ll compile a list of current participants tomorrow afternoon and answer asks to confirm they were received and etc. If I post the list and your ask wasn’t answered, you can assume I didn’t receive it.
tarot card asks
fool: what's the biggest risk you've ever taken?
magician: list 3 of your talents
high priestess: do you pay more attention to your heart or your mind?
empress: how dependent are you on others?
emperor: describe your relationship with your father
hierophant: do you value tradition?
lovers: does someone need to share your values for you to pursue a relationship?
chariot: in what situations are you most assertive?
strength: how impulsive are you?
hermit: what are you like when you're alone?
wheel of fortune: how's your luck?
justice: do you value fairness over mercy?
hanged man: how do you feel about martyrs?
death: do you like change?
temperance: do you tend to focus on the past, present, or future?
devil: is there anything you're addicted to?
tower: what do you most want to change about yourself?
star: what religious beliefs do you have?
moon: do you have any recurrent dreams?
sun: do you believe optimism is always good?
judgement: how confident are you in yourself?
world: what do you hope to accomplish before you die?
Protection & Defense || CA News
The amount of sheer power possessed by so many of his fellow residents, as well as their invaders, seemed to have increased exponentially overnight. Casualties of war beyond any scope he’d seen (though perhaps not beyond the scope of imagination) littered the streets, buildings reduced to rubble by the work of single individuals with the power of armies, the earth upturned violently in places, surfaces blackened and shattered by explosives. Utter carnage. It was enough to make the coldest heart weak with exhaustion, a weariness brought on by despair.
He’d been called many things, but never cold. “You are soft,” his father had told him, voice like iron and twice as cold. “Learn to steel yourself to do the hard things.” And he had, on the surface. No matter how it broke his heart.
The hard things were not, however, always the right things. In fact, at times, it seemed they were merely...the path of least resistance. The number of deaths he had seen in these few wartorn days, pointless deaths at the hands of those who attacked, as well those who championed themselves like heroes against the enemy, utterly merciless alike... Takatora knew their intentions to be good, but rashness cost lives, and...
The dead could be grieved and buried afterward. He had to steel himself. He had no other choice.
Some of his would-be comrades proved more rash than others. Destroy the threat from the other side, they’d thought, venturing through the portals to strike back without even considering a united front, let alone any other approach. Whether or not it was effective, he couldn’t begin to guess; any semblance of organization was rapidly being swallowed by the chaotic tides of battle. Even so, many of the powerful, the leaders, gave some sort of communication as to what was going on, the radio constantly alive and buzzing with updates and warnings too rapid to fully process.
Who, he wondered, had decided that fighting was the only option? There was a single beacon of hope, a single instance of someone sparking a large-scale (if all went as planned) attempt at changing that, at any potential peaceful alternative...but it was one attempt in the midst of tragedy after tragedy. Battle and invasion with little to no thought or attempt at reason.
But now time for reason. Takatora understood the nature of wars like these, the reason for that -- if you stop to ask why you must fight, you’ll be dead before you find an answer. The only choice was to fight, and to put down the attackers, if only enough to subdue them. He understood, but that didn’t make it an easier reality to accept. Much less after all that he’d been through, after seeing a similarly hopeless situation saved by a boy with no sense but with a heart far more hopeful than he could imagine, anymore.
There was no such savior this time.
Fighting was necessary. A defense, a real one, a counterstrike, had to be arranged. Not destructive, he hadn’t the heart anymore for such things, but...to stop the destruction here, at least. And he would not ask anyone else to take up the role that he should have in the first place. He ought to have seen it coming.
TO: All Contacts FROM: Takatora Kureshima
[TEXT] I realize that many of these efforts have been made, but I would ask you to have the patience to hear out one more. [TEXT] Many of our invaders have gone unchallenged. Rescue and relief efforts, and attempts to strike back at them, divide our attentions and prevent us from meeting these attacks with a collected, unified front. It is a weakness, and it is costing us greatly. [TEXT] A great deal of our...territory, as it were, is being attacked and “claimed” relentlessly, and this should not be the case. The number of individuals who have more than the ability to fight against this, working together, makes up the better part of this city’s populace. No one should be able to wreak havoc or lay claim to an area for so long. [TEXT] If you would offer your aid, I aim to arrange teams to combat the threats and reclaim each sector, preferably as non-lethally as possible. Your life will be on the line, perhaps more than it already is, so it is understandable if you will not. But I would urge you to consider that much more may be on the line if something is not done. [TEXT] The scientists who brought us here are helpless, or else have forsaken us. Something must be done. [TEXT] Meet me, if you would, in Sector 1 at its armory. If you do not wish to participate in this, please aid in the relief efforts that have sprung up around the city, and take care of yourselves.
[TL;DR: we’re going to try to fight back against the invading force. OOC notes beneath the cut!]
[Event] Merry Kureshimas @Takatora
ryuugen:
≼❦≽→ Finally, after much running, and much shooting at others as Ryuugen, Mitsuzane found a small time frame in which he could rest. All the movement was getting to the teen, especially since he wasn’t all that built for the long run. Slumping against a wall he would release his transformation, but wouldn’t remove the belt. Leaving the belt on meant he wouldn’t grow hungry, and with the state of things, it was simply one less worry.
He recalled suddenly that had felt his phone vibrate on several occasions, and with far less distractions here than previous days would give him, Mitsuzane fished his phone out of his pocket to look at what was sent to him.
Unsurprisingly, the teen would find a large amount of messages from both Kouta and his own brother. In a spur of the moment, the teen decided to focus his priorities on the person that messaged him last. It turned out to be his brother.
From: Mitsuzane To: Niisan Message:
[½] Sorry for the late reply. I’m alright.
[2/2] Where are you?
It was harrying, the number of mass texts he was receiving in the midst of this war -- more often than not, they were things that he could probably mostly disregard. His fellow citizens used them to ask for aid, to spread information, to rally together for some cause or another...and rarely anything with which he could help. It wasn’t that each one wasn’t important, didn’t contain some equally vital plea for help or peace. But he couldn’t answer every call, couldn’t help everyone in need. No matter how he tried. That knowledge was heartbreaking, weighing heavily on his shoulders.
He looked at each message at every opportunity, all the same. Mitsuzane would reply eventually. He hoped. (The fact that he might not was a reality that Takatora had accepted only in the most detached part of his mind. It kept his head clear, his eyes dry. He would deal with that when it came to it, and only when it came to it.)
In Sector 1, where he had spent the bulk of the war, he laid down another of the now-disarmed, unconscious militiamen, tied and to be guarded by those operating the armory. Or so they’d promised him, after a bit of reluctance to risk letting their attackers live coming back to bite them. Takatora wasn’t convinced they’d bought into the idea, but it would do. It had to.
He’d pushed himself too hard in this war, he knew; his body ached constantly, his shoulder felt like it was freshly seared, the scar raw and lingering damage to muscle, tendons, and ligaments demanding his attention. It didn’t matter, he had to keep moving...but he knew better than to think he would last without letting his body recover, at least enough to catch his breath. Takatora planted a hand against the armory’s wall and flipped the Melon Lockseed shut. He did not count on the immediate urge of his legs to buckle, but by some miracle, he remained steady.
And after a moment, per rapidly-forming habit, a shaky hand retrieved his phone from his pocket, his chest twisting uncomfortably. Except this time, he saw, breath hitching in his throat, there was his brother’s name printed across the screen, a few messages from the top. He’s okay... Takatora allowed himself a breath of relief. But there was not time to spare for celebration.
TO: Mitsuzane FROM: Takatora Kureshima
[1/2] I’m glad you’re okay. [2/2] Sector 1, at the armory. The train system here is destroyed, so leaving is rather difficult. How far are you from there?
He was between the first and second sectors when the first call went out, flooding his phone’s screen with text that he hardly processed at first. Word by word, the nature of the message fell into place, and with each one his heart jumped into his throat, agonizing -- a plan laid out to strike back at their attackers, to destroy them once and for all. And not only words. It was difficult to miss the call to arms, the beacon, the blast that rocketed from somewhere over Sector 1 through the sky to crack the mirror overhead. A call for annihilation, leaving nothing but rubble and rising dust visible in the scar. It was enough to turn a cold heart to weeping. And Takatora could never be called cold.
TO: Yuuka Kazami FROM: Takatora Kureshima
[1 / 1] Wait where you are. I’ll be with you shortly.
He found her as she said, in the vicinity of a particularly ruined structure. His stomach was still turning with fear and anxiety and pure horror at the situation, and not for the first time, he swallowed it down, bracing for the confrontation he was about to initiate. He didn’t know this individual, who so easily destroyed such a chunk of the mirror city at this distance, who unflinchingly proposed to eradicate the enemy with no mercy, no hesitation. There was no telling what would come of this.
But he had to try. He had to do what he could.
“Yuuka Kazami!” A brief delay followed as he turned over in his mind again the words he’d been forming as he trekked and fought his way to her. Now or never, he supposed. “My name is Takatora Kureshima. I would ask you not to take rash action against the other world, and not to provoke others to do so. The situation is terrible and violent enough as it is.”
If it came to a fight, he would die. He was aware enough of that. But if this was all he could do to help, then... So be it.
Take Up Banana Arms || Kaito [CA Event]
The siege was rapidly turning into a war outright.
He’d feared this for his home world for so long, and now, here, with none of the years of preparation to offer what little hope he could find, could create... It was all he could do, now, to fight off the aggressors with force as nonlethal as possible. He could, he would search desperately for a solution later, for any way to stop this other than the one that the scientists had offered -- the complete destruction of another world, full of people who...
Later, when there weren’t lives on the line. When there weren’t civilians cowering behind cover, under his guard. Utterly reliant on him for safety.
The militia had proven relentless, armed to the teeth and trained, a faceless enemy that struck in small squads for the most part. Faceless, and yet Takatora looked and saw his own men in their armor, dutiful and terrified but knowing that they had so little choice (or so their commander at arms had told them, had insisted, had told himself). But there was little choice for him either. (He hadn’t the heart, even so, to leave the two squads that had previously ambushed them without ensuring that they were alive. Habit, perhaps. Even footsoldiers had homes, lives.)
Reasoning hadn’t worked, twice over. Had he not more than likely ruined his own chances for diplomacy by incapacitating one of them immediately upon encounter (something he deeply regretted, but they put themselves in his reach and would not have relented if he’d refrained), it most likely would’ve not worked a third time. They had to follow orders, he had no doubt. What could they do beyond follow orders in a time when their very existence seemed at risk?
The Drivers and their Arms had not been made with nonlethal force in mind, and it made these battles trying more in terms of patience than anything else. He grabbed a second of the four by the shoulder and delivered a hard blow to the ribcage, followed up with a swift open-palm strike to the chin. His opponent buckled to the ground, effectively out of commission, more than likely with several broken ribs to show for it...but they would live. That was more than he could say for himself if they had their way about it -- or, more vitally, his charges. These soldiers were ordered, judging by their behavior, to use lethal force. Whatever means necessary. And he could not allow that to happen. Even so, seeing two comrades in arms fall in such a manner did nothing for morale, and he could only hope his remaining opponents were wavering beneath the surface. It was an opportunity -- a risky one, but an opportunity, and he had learned to take those where he could. Heart in his throat and desperate to reason, Takatora lowered his Sonic Arrow to a more neutral position, though still at the ready to defend himself, even if at a disadvantage. “If you are wise, you will turn back and return to your own world. This is an unnecessary battle. It’s only hurting everyone involved.“ His tone didn’t waver, hard at the edges, forceful, but in truth, it was a plea as much as anything.
He didn’t need to save face but he’d do it anyway. There’s no reason to be open so soon.
To: Takatora Kureshima From: The Nightmare Knight
Ah. You are in luck. My schedule is open for the day due to a traffic jam.
Do not mistake this for kindness. I simply have nothing better to do.
Right. He tucked the insistence away for another day. Now was far from the time to discuss such matters.
FROM: Takatora Kureshima TO: The Nightmare Knight
[1 / 4] If you wish. I am doing what I can to see the city thoroughly protected, and you are, from what I gather, a being of great power. Would you defend Sector 2 and help its occupants to safety? [2 / 4] I intend to make Sector 5 a safe haven of sorts, if possible, as it seems the best-defended sector. Send civilians who cannot or will not fight there if you could. [3 / 4] And...while I would not expect a ruthless tyrant to show mercy, I would ask that you refrain from lethal force if possible. Incapacitate the attackers and send them back. [4 / 4] I cannot believe that there is no other solution but to eradicate them.
tinyfists replied to your post: Thank you all for the responses! I’ve made a...
I was going to send you a message saying Fairy Tail is defending oo5 but the askbox there isn’t open!
LOOKS AT MY HANDS. I told myself to open the ask box and things before I did the theme, because otherwise I’d forget... I told myself... And then I didn’t do it, and I did forget...
Thank you for telling me ;u;
FROM: Takatora Kureshima TO: The Nightmare Knight
[1/2] I hope you had no personal plans. If there was ever a time when this city needed help, no matter from whom, it’s now. [2/2] I would like to ask something of you, if you would do me a favor.
Thank you all for the responses! I’ve made a tentative blog here to help people track things more easily.
I’m currently working on a list of who’s protecting -- and attacking! -- what areas (found here). If you would like to be listed or make suggestions, feel free to send asks over to that account! I’ll try to make periodic posts about what sectors are controlled by whom, if there are any changes. Those will be tagged #Reckoner updates.
I think it would be really neat if some alternate versions of characters did something like that... Sort of like the takeover. But that’s just an idea for people to consider.