Roleplaying Club- Come and Improve Your Skills

[Nathanael D. Striker]

Striker thought about it for a moment. [i]Do I accept the challenge and face the surprises Ice has in store, or do I decline and become the chicken of YCM.[/i] He gave it more thought, most of it was preparing his answer.

"Alright Ice," said Striker has he put his root beer down. "I accept your challenge, but we will be fighting with a different set of rules." He pulled out a piece of paper with word written all over it.

"We will be fighting on the attack increase format. At the beginning of the fight, we are only allowed to use level 3 or lower attacks. As our attacks damage each other, we are allowed to use stronger attacks. When we are damaged, our attack power weakens, but our attack arsenal says the same as before. The fight is over when someone successfully uses their signature attack on the other. Any questions?" Striker knew that Ice would chew this idea up, but it would give him the lesson of patience when facing his foes, including Ice.

[Ice.]

"What, are we playing Yugioh now? What's with all of these useless rules? I would point out every flaw but I don't feel like it deserves that. No, I will not follow those useless rules. Full on fighting bro. That's all I'm going to accept for now." Ice took off his visor as he was making his mini-rant. Under it were a weird pair of sunglasses. The left lens was blue, while the right was red. He smirked as he looked down on his apparel. A black shirt with a mustard yellow Gemini symbol in the middle and a pair of black jeans with black sneakers. The glasses started to shine a bit with the opposite color light over each lens.

"Come on Striker, you were NEVER one to make all of these fancy rules unless they somehow helped you, and that's really just as worse as being a coward."

[Nathanael D. Striker]

"Do you want to risk the chance of me GMing? I'm sure you don't." Striker gave Ice the thought of accepting his terms for risking him GMing. The rist of GMing under "normal rules" was 50% higher than the "special rules" Striker created. Also, it would prevent Ice from using his signature attack unless Striker went easy on him.

"Alright then, I accept that challenge. Person with the least damage after 10 min wins. Does that sound fair?" Striker was hoping that Ice would say yes, because he was itching to get revenge on Ice from last year.

[Nexev]

[quote name='Rainbow Dash' timestamp='1303610371' post='5163045']
"Ugh, another amateur fight. Honestly Dane can you just kill one of these people already? They aren't THAT strong, are they? I bet I could handle them." Ice said as he casually walked into the room where a fight was going on. Dane had a set of masks and two of the strongest beings to ever exist on his side. On the other side were people he had never met before. Something he should have expected, he supposed. Ice took a sip of his coffee as stood against the left wall of the room and watched the battle, observing their moves.

"Something cool better happen or I'm killing Striker. I swear."
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A loud rumble is heard from above that suddenly turns into a horrendus CRASH as a schoolbus fell from through the ceiling, landing on it's head.

The bus then opened the ceiling door as Nexev casually walked out, falling flat on his face do to how high the door is. "OW! FUCKIN OW!" Nexev got up and brushed himself off. "Stupid magical mystery tour, tries to kill me like sixty times, this s*** is so illegal." Nexev then waved at Ice. Hey Ice, whatcha doing hanging out with Striker? Are you "having a moment"? Can I join? I brought axes!"

[Nathanael D. Striker]

"Oh great, psycho showed up," said Striker as he got up. "Ice and me are negotiating the rules of our fight. So far I suggested a simple least amount of damage wins." Nexev also had psycho personalities, and they were deadlier than Ice's.

"May I ask what brought you here? I am curious to know since this is a private function." Striker lied about the 'private function' piece, but he didn't want Nexev to come and spoil the show.

"Well, I better get ready for my fight against Ice." Striker headed to the locker room to get his Elemental Armor on. [i]I might get the chance to summon Omnus today.[/i]

[Nexev]

OOC: See that Ice? My personas are better than your personas.

IC: "See you know what happens when you do that? You offend me. You make me uncomfortable and stuff. And you know what that is? Slander and verbal assault. Luckily I became prepared for this." Nexev pulled out a banjo and strummed a few notes. After successfully playing the song of summoning, a rope ladder was thrown from the bus door. Climbing down from the bus was a man with a black suit, sunglasses, and white hair. He pulls out a buisness card out of nowhere and handed it to Striker "Dave Motherfucking Strider, private attorny to Nexev Frohawk, I am legally bounded to pretend it is a pleasure to meet you. Now about you calling Nexev over here a psycho. Dude that s*** you just pulled was uncalled for, the s*** is waiting at the phone for his girlfriend to call because the s*** is a drunk waste of life but she is never going to call the s***, the only thing the s*** will have for company is twelve empty beer bottles. He named one Francine, it's suffering from a crack addiction." The man gives a disapproving head shake. "Anyway my client is offically suing your plump rump for slander. You can find the details of the trial online somewhere, not my job."

[Proto]

Meanwhile, in a factory underground of the facilities....

A destroyed and disgraced machine begins to yet again, slowly rebuild himself from scratch, he doesn't know how many times he's had to do this, how many times he's had to face the same pain as the others only to have them shrug it off as a regular occurrance and think of him as some common joke as a sense of amusement.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tw3isCV63YE

But not this time... this time he's gonna be made with something different, a foolproof body and plan, it even had phases, four of them, there was no way this was gonna fail. Larger bodies just made him a bigger target, and flashy attacks had just given his attempts even harder to charge.

Well looks like I can't be making the same mistakes.

Four part plan is this.

Part 1. NO WEAK SPOT EXPOSING

Part 2. Start attacking immediately with no charge.

Part 3. Bullet proof armor and jetpacks for me which leads directly too....

Part 4. Bullets, for shooting at you.

Viola, the result of his handiwork was shown, a steel plated reinforced body similar to the old one except a bit more sleeker... smaller... gotta put some agility there.

And he spared no expenses in the weapons department, jetpacks, guns, and a secret weapon or two, the top edge of weaponry, though it was a bit pricey, he likely wouldn't be able to make nearly as many copies of this body.

Still, one has to question why the others would allow such people who they formerly fought with, and even killed him, inside their club.

That sort of thing just strikes one as.... illogical.

The final mechanical appendage reached down and retrieved the dark red control chip that the PROTO unit's basic programming and software was kept, and inserted it in a port in the robot's helmet, the port was quickly closed over as two bright red optics flashed behind the black shades, the platform moved up, ascending the many levels of old rusted wires and cracked levers, until it reached the final terminal, exposing the newly refined Proto too the crowds.

"It's good too be back..."

[Nexev]

Unknown to the foolish mortals who is everyone, a dark silhouette emerged from the bus and sneaked away, it sensed something familiar....

For you see, during Nexev's silly magical mystery tour many shenanigans unfolded. One involved a forsaken arrowey mask of ancient mindfuckery, a cloning machine, and a used copy of Call Of Duty Blackops? Either way, persona clones.

Most of them are still on the bus though, they are busy playing video games.

But their is someone else this clone wants to play with.

Someone who was very important to this clones interests.

The clone finds him, finally awakening, revived, whatever.

The prey near, the clone proceeds to attack the clone in a big vicous HUG!

A pink suited, female (shenanigans), facepaintless Nexev popped out of the shadows, lunging at Proto to but him in a vicous bear hug. "[color="#FF00FF"]HI PROTO! How are you doing? Found any good dates while I was gone. <3[/color]" Feona says to Proto while hugging him.

[Proto]

Proto let out a maniacal cackle, looking menacingly at the surrounding combatants.

"Well well well... if it isn't my old friends... I've been gone for a while.. i hope you wwon't mind if i.... Reintroduce myself.."

Yes, there was nothing but grimdark despair, he was gonna make them pay, unleash a world of hurt on the ones who had ignored him, their blood would make his armor painting, their flesh would make his -

.....

The death machine senses movement behind him, something was behind there....

He draws his newly refined Buster, whatever this thing is... it's gonna wish it never lived.

Suddenly he was forced back, a tight restrain clamping his arms together, preventing him from getting a clear shot.

So they wanna go rough eh? Well they're gonna wish they never tried to fight you in close quarters, he raised his buster slightly, ready to deal a crippling blow to this strange-

Wait where has he heard that voice before?

Proto faced his head down slowly, the sound of gears and bleeps filled the air, as his optics stopped glowing, he began trembling in fear as he turned to face the atrocity that he hoped to his motherboard did not exist.

A large screech of terror filled the room.

About a second later, PROTO Unit 1025 , in his new armor and so many weapons you couldn't fit them in Lord English's safe was cuddling himself up in a fetal position on the right side corner of the room. "getitoffmegetitoffmegetitoffmegetitoffmegetitoffmegetitofmegetitoffmegetitoffm[color="#8B0000"]GETIT0FF[/color]"

[Nexev]

Feona sighed. "[color="#FF00FF"]Silly I got off you awhile ago, that is how you can be crouching in the corner. <3[/color]" Feona giggled. "[color="#FF00FF"]Oh and you need to chill out, while it's totally adorable seeing you are scared and stuff, I think it is bad for your self esteem and stuff. And your self esteem is important you know. Otherwise you get lame fish split personas and your life will go into a bad place. </3[/color]" Feona's mouth was in a straight line of worry for her... friend? Hard to tell with her really.

"[color="#FF00FF"]Anyway Nexev says hi.[/color]" A awkward silence fills the room.

"[color="#FF00FF"]So... did you hear about that new my little pony show that is out? It's pretty awesome. <3[/color]"

[Nathanael D. Striker]

"I'm sorry Mr. Strider," responded Striker. "Since this gives me the chance to countersue for the emotional trama Nexev has inflicted opon me." It was about time Striker used what little legal training he had recieved in the past to use. He had his ace in the hole, the multiple fights, arguments, etc. that changed him for the worse. Now, it was payback time.

"If you and/or Nexev have any questions..." Striker gave Mr. Strider a card. "...you can call my lawyer team, which includes me. Have a nice day." Striker continued his way to the locker room so he could prepare for his fight against Ice.

[Headmaster Monokuma]

Once Andrew had released the Deity, he jumped back to where he could see both Katie and Andrew clearly. His soulless eyes gave no indication of if he had been injured, and he moved without showing weakness. Majora, on the other hand, flew above the Deity and shook a bit. The loss of its tentacles was painful, but they would grow back. They always do.

"Now, now, now. You seem like you felt a little nervous there. I wouldn't be surprised. These two aren't to be taken lightly. They will hunt you down until they revert back into masks. All because you just had to ruin those three masks down there." Dane let loose a shrill laugh, and reappeared. "Neither of them can show pain Andrew. They feel it, but they can't truly show it."

As he talked, the Deity took a fighting stance, waiting for an attack while Majora fired the blast of energy it had charged at the ceiling above Andrew.

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How's it feel to be almost done with that RP?

[Ice.]

[quote name='Mr. Striker' timestamp='1303616105' post='5163249']
"Do you want to risk the chance of me GMing? I'm sure you don't." Striker gave Ice the thought of accepting his terms for risking him GMing. The rist of GMing under "normal rules" was 50% higher than the "special rules" Striker created. Also, it would prevent Ice from using his signature attack unless Striker went easy on him.

"Alright then, I accept that challenge. Person with the least damage after 10 min wins. Does that sound fair?" Striker was hoping that Ice would say yes, because he was itching to get revenge on Ice from last year.
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"Yeah yeah shut up. You GM, I get an easy win. Duh. Honestly you have to stop be stupid sometimes. No, no least damage. Loser loses when he or she dies or gives up. And non of that bullshit illegal power draining crap. I don't want to have to finish the fight early." And with that, the lens of Ice's sunglasses became gray as he walked away from the wall. As he was walking away a familiar voice was heard.

"Oh. Hey Nex."

[Nathanael D. Striker]

"Alright then, I'm fine with that. However, I'm not the one that will be dying today," responded Striker. As he said that, the stats of both Ice and Striker appeared on the arena's screen. It showed that Ice had the advantage in the amount of damage he could take while Striker had the advantage in attack strength. They were even in defense capablity, which decided most fights.

"I'm feeling generous today so I'm going to let you make the first move." Striker walked onto the arena floor with his elemental armor on. His chest plate allowed him to create his elemental shields, which were capable of withstanding a decent amount of damage. His gloves allowed him to create mini earthquakes that he used to startle his opponent. His boots allowed him to jump 20% higher than normal, which gives him the impression of flying. His leg plates allowed him to use his elemental rays, which were the advanced attacks for an elemental warrior. Finally, his sword allowed him to use his FES signature attack. His dragon, Omnus, could be summoned with a snap under the right circumstances, usually when he has suffered a good amount of damage. He was ready for the fight, but there were fighting styles that he lost to before, Dane's legal style was one of them.

"Are you ready Ice?"

[Ice.]

"Those stats are old. Get rid of them." With that, Ice flicked his wrist as a spinning metal blade flew out and broke the screen. He nodded his head, knowing that the new power worked. He smirked as a small yellow bar appeared in the upper left corner of his left sunglasses lens. The bar barely went down, and Ice almost laughed at the insane amount of ammo Metal Blade had. He cracked his knuckles as Striker said he could have the first attack. He couldn't tell whether Striker was mocking him, being stupid, a mix of both or honestly just wanted him to attack first. He went with the second one.

"No. Please. I insist you have the first attack. It's only fair."

[Nathanael D. Striker]

"No, no, you may attack first," said Striker with a sincere smile. "It would be a pleasure for you to attack me since I have gotten tired of being the one to start things." That was true, everytime Striker and Ice fought, Striker started it. Intentionally or unintentionally, it didn't matter. [i]If Ice attacks first, I can dodge it and slam him in the back of the head with the hilt of my sword.[/i] Striker was ready, more ready than any fight he had been apart of.

"By the way, those stats were recent as of last month. I know things can change, but they were and are a good indicator on strength and defense. Anyway, I'm waiting." Striker's smile turned into a grin. Ice had no idea what Striker was planing. All he had to do is lure Ice close enough and do for the kill. The problem was the fact that Ice wasn't a close range fighter as he demonstrated by destroying the screen. [i]I got to get him close enough for this to work.[/i]

[Ice.]

"I see you're going to be a baby and refuse to attack, and judging by your cocky smirk and posture you're planning on doing something after I deal my first attack. I find that strategy utterly cowardly and useless. So, in order to piss you off, I am going to do this." Ice's sunglasses' lens suddenly became a dark blue color. He smirked as 8 balls of water started to spin around him, defending him.

"Yes, I just made a shield. You said go first, so I did. No arguing there. Now, I'd explain the mechanics of this thing but judging by what has happened you probably have some weird kind of intel that you just decided to pull out of your ass one day and you know all about it, and it's weaknesses. Now come at me bro."

[Simping For Hina]

DeathlyFiend took his action by walking towards the people from the forest. He looked at each piece of scenery that laid around him at each passing step he took. He continued his walk near Striker and Rainbow Dash until he reached the location. He reached the location and said "Hello people, long time no talk I might add. What is the topic on which we speak of?" Standing there, he waited patiently for a response as to whom he had no knowledge of what he would get. He stood there with a nervous look upon his face. [i]How would they reply? Was it a bad moment for me to be here?[/i] Sweat slid down his face at a moderate rate the more nervous he became.

[Nathanael D. Striker]

"That is half true," replied Striker. "I have intel on you, but only on some of your attacks. Your defenses I have nothing on since I have never took you for a defensive person. However, this defense is too, what is the word, oh yes, childish. Observe." As he finished his sentence, Striker raised out his hand. At that moment, 3 of the balls of water evaporated and floated away into the atmosphere.

"That was childish on my part, but not as bad as your defense. Now, how good is your catching?" Striker created two fire balls, that had the color of blood and the smell of sulfur, from his hands and threw them at Ice. [i]I'm going easy right now Ice, but I won't be for long.[/i]

"Don't mind the smell, it will be gone in a moment."

[Ice.]

"Bullshit. I am so calling bullshit on that whole water vanish thing. Whatever though, I have more important problems." Just then, the two fireballs flew towards Ice. Ice stared the fireballs down and smirked. "Nice job falling for my trap. Anyways, HOLD IT!!"

Just then, Striker and the attack were unable to move. Two of the orbs took flew towards the attack, making the fireballs disappear. Ice then snapped his fingers as the remaining 3 orbs flew towards Striker, stopping right in front of him. He smirked as he put his Visor back on and made a cup of coffee materialize in his hand. "Hey buddy, you throwing fire and destroying my water orbs is completely illogical. Care to explain that too me? Or do I have to penalize you?"

[Nexev]

Nexev waved at Ice. "Hey brony, hows it hanging?"

Nexev raised his eyebrow. "I am not sure that power nullification is legal Striker." Dave, having decided to nonchalantly lean against the wall nearby briefly looked up RP Law with his iShades and shook his head in a overly dramatic and totally ironic way. "It's not. Well rp law is as confusing as having to figure out what is going on in that f***ed up skull of yours but it's like a gray area, it can be allowed but only on certain circumstances, and those circumstances are basically loopholes that f**s use, like anti powers being one of the skill slots or some s***." Nexev smirked. "You had to deal with that then?" A long pause, then "...No, what would make you think that? That was a random conclusion, like suddenly decided we are all dinosaurs. I can be a t-rex your fuckin little foot, and Striker over there gets to be a fuckin chicken because that is so hardcore. Atleast ironically. It's just sad when it's sincere. Your clone daughter bullshit is a cheat btw." Nexev's grin widened. "I warned you about playing FLADND with her. But your all 'This is like if DnD and FLARP had sex and had a redneck baby, it's too ironic to resist, it has grabbed me with it's freak mutant tentacles and is dragging me into the void'" Dave flipped Nexev off. "Oh and I am not suing myself for that, I am not stupid."

[Nathanael D. Striker]

"I have been trained in controlling the elements," said Striker. "I am allowed to use the vast collection of elemental attacks by my armor. Each piece allows me to use a different aspect of the elemental fighting style. You can say that I'm cheap and a coward for using the elements, but I find great use in them, especially with Light." Striker turned into an orb of Light and floated to the nearby balcony. When he got there, he converted back to human form.

"Wondering how I did that? Well, I was originally a Level 76 Light fighter, but when I realized it wasn't enough to defeat you, I learned the rest of the elements bit by bit. Each element I, how should I say, grew in, I received a piece of my armor. I'm in no way, shape, or form a master in all the elements, but I know enough to survive and thrive in a fight." Striker had his grin on as he waited for Ice's response.

"Just to let you know, I'm still bound by your freeze spell, at least in human form."

[Simping For Hina]

DeathlyFiend waved his hands up in down in Striker's and Ice's face to get their attention. "Hello, I am here you know. I just wanted to see what was going on!" he screamed at both of them. Soon he just gave up and turned his back to both of them. With slow movements, he walked in the opposite direction they were in. He let them continue to talk, so he went back into the forest to hone more of his skills so he would not have to die another time. He threw five knives into 10 different trees and sent electrical pulses through each of his knives. [i]"I come back and no one notices"[/i] he thought privately to himself.

[Ice.]

"Okay, first, you shouldn't be able to move when I use this attack. I'm sorry, but you will be penalized." Just then, an icicle pierced through Striker's right arm. Ice was starting to get aggravated at the sheer idiocy Striker was emanating right now. "Second of all, that was a bad response. You may be able to control elements, but you aren't the only one with bullshit intel. Now, allow me to present my evidence for this case.

>Present: Armor/Ability Info

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[color=#1C2837][font=tahoma, arial, verdana, sans-serif]Striker walked onto the arena floor with his elemental armor on. His chest plate allowed him to create his elemental shields, which were capable of withstanding a decent amount of damage. His gloves allowed him to create mini earthquakes that he used to startle his opponent. His boots allowed him to jump 20% higher than normal, which gives him the impression of flying. His leg plates allowed him to use his elemental rays, which were the advanced attacks for an elemental warrior. Finally, his sword allowed him to use his FES signature attack. His dragon, Omnus, could be summoned with a snap under the right circumstances, usually when he has suffered a good amount of damage[/font][/color][color=#1C2837][font="Arial"][/quote][/font][/color]
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[color=#1C2837][font="Arial"]"TAKE THAT!! Nowhere in this information states that you can launch a fireball from your hand! You can control elements to make shields and advanced attacks! However, a fireball is a basic attack, my friend! Explain that! Oh wait, you can't. I believe if I don't get a proper response you will be penalized. And don't try to move again, you cannot. Unless you're godmodding, buddy."[/font][/color]

[Nexev]

Ice, he claims the light orb lets him loophole out of the freeze spell because you didn't freeze the light orb.

So yeah.

That doesn't explain how you can override other peoples elemental attacks.