[Citta Alveare affiliated. Spoilers tagged #Kamen Rider Gaim spoilers.]
"Those who own power and privilege have a duty they must fulfill. That's what Noblesse Oblige means. Sometimes you have to get your hands dirty in order to do that."
Powers: Melon Arms 2x/day, 10 minutes a piece
Equipment: Sengoku Driver, Melon Lockseed
Housing: N-5
Due mostly to personal issues, I failed to set up the group fight threads, and I apologize for that! I wish I had gotten them together because I’d really have liked to see them work out, and I can’t really excuse it except to say that I’ve been sort of overwhelmed by a lot of personal stress lately, most of which I’d like not to talk about publicly. If you’d like to know more, I’m alright with answering questions, but I just felt like I ought to make a note about it for people to see if they wanted to know what the deal is. I sincerely apologize to anyone who’s frustrated or disappointed by this.
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.
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!
Arata [& party] // astralmagicking
Alt Kino // tabibito-san [could also be an opponent depending on OOC collab probably? Tktr, IC-wise, will be trying to convince anyone he can, including alts, to help. he’s a rly good cook, wink wink]
Jin Kisaragi // steponmebrother [to fight w/ Sheba]
Sheba // treuesten [to fight w/ Jin]
Mantis // @tinybutkickass [I am tagging you b/c it won’t let me ping for some reason?]
OPPONENTS:
Alt Edea // edealy [2v1; wishes to see Alt Edea be killed ultimately but for the thread’s course to be mostly determined by the roleplayers as writers]
Alt Kino maybe, re: OOC collab
Alt Shulk // heirslash [no thread size limit (preferably bigger); extremely powerful & challenging opponent, probably requires several defenders to defeat him]
Alt Aichi // captivefighter [unsure on details but alt Aichi is in Olympia so that may rule this fight out, need to check]
If you see someone in particular you’d like to work with or fight, let me know!! If you aren’t on this list and you sent an ask, Tumblr ate it! Feel free to resend. More opponents would be great, also!
“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.”
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.
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.
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!]
As stated above, this is an attempt to defend the city on a broad scale. On an OOC level, this is an attempt to let people’s characters be involved in something big and collaborate on a broader scale!
This will involve, more than likely, several multi-person fight threads. Details on those can be determined by the roleplayers involved in them. I’m just here for general management. I will, however, do the best I can to let people group up in thread sizes that are comfortable for them. So if you’re not comfortable with more than 3 people, for example, I’ll do my best to make that happen!
Your character is welcome! It doesn’t matter if they’re new or don’t have The World’s Most Extensive Powers. You can get involved! If they’re below Citizen (don’t have a phone yet), feel free to assume they would hear about this by word of mouth. After all, it’s something Takatora wants to have spread around as much as possible (without alerting the enemy, if possible). Alt characters are very welcome!!
If your character is one of the invading force or is generally causing problems for people, and you would like to have someone try to fight them, then this is for you, as well. OOC-wise, this is essentially for pairing up defenders with attackers to do fight threads. Obviously, we can’t really arrange fight threads with nothing to fight, so...bring it on! Even, again, if your character doesn’t have the most extensive powers, or they’re new, that’s fine!
The in-character goal is to reclaim the sectors and put them firmly under Hive City’s control...preferably with as little killing as possible, on Takatora’s part. My character is going to urge people to be merciful when it comes to lives. However, the course of things is up to the roleplayers involved.
Out of character collaboration will involve contacting roleplayers and, within the next few days, posting a list of the invaders who wish to be involved and defenders to team up (provided this is not already done by collaboration)! Due to the need for OOC collaboration, it would be easiest for me to have a Skype group, but I will do my best to collaborate with people, whatever the case.
To join in (the most important part that I took forever getting to), message me with who your character is, how you’d like to be involved, thread size limit (if any), and any other information you feel you should include! Ask and fanmail are both fine, or you can contact me on Skype or Line at twitchingwithsanity, or on Twitter at @Dadtro.
There is no deadline at the moment, but keep in mind that the event is currently set to end in a few days and arrangements will take time, starters will have to be posted, etc. So get in contact with me ASAP!
If you would like to interact with Takatora about this, that is more than fine. Just let me know!
If you have any suggestions (IC or OOC, really), please, please contact me! I would love to hear it.
≼❦≽→ 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.
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.
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...
[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.
jacobvanloon
blakekathryn
turnnoffyourmind
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andulkaphoto
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germansingergirl
