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you mean this?
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Ahh... But what's the character's mention of thermals per book?  Jake had more books than As or Tobias.    :D

I'm kidding, that is pretty awesome  :XD: :XD: :XD:
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Animorphs Role Playing / Re: Voice/Text chat RP anyone?
« Last post by netspider86 on Today at 05:28:24 AM »
To clarify, are we talking ship-in-space base, or Yeerk-Pool-base, or some-other-secret-base-like-the-ones-the-Animorphs-tried-to-go-destroy? Boy that last one was long. I'd be up for the latter two cause they leave some room for some full human, morphing able, character who doesn't necessarily live IN the base - which would be more my choice.

That works well with all your first 3 ideas I reckon! The other 2 both work but I'm slightly less interested in them, they take some of my favorite dynamics from the series away (acquiring and practicing new morphs, aliens among us secrecy...). I prefer the first half, maybe the first two thirds of the series by the way, in case it wasn't clear by now. Your additional idea works too but you don't sound too into that, so let's scratch it!

If one of those works with your original ideas, happy to have you GM! Or we could alternate, make it something like the books in the series where the narrator changes, hehe.
To elaborate on what I said in my original post, I had something in mind with some dice rolling here and there, but lots of GM discretion. So, minimal stat sheet, rolling for success based on stats + situation, GM keeping consistency, realism, etc. in check: yes; super detailed HP for anything from characters to plants, injury tables, unending lists of classes, skills & stuff: naaaaah, unless you have a tested ruleset that has worked for you before. Is that good for you? The specific of how stats and rolls work could be up to the GM or we could agree on a system :)
BTW I played around with server settings on Discord yesterday, I have one set up with a few channels and a bot for dice rolling, we can move there when we have a general idea... and gh gets back to us I guess :P


Timewise, Sat/Sun at 8am Pacific Time for a few hours works for me if you're normally already active at that time! I am normally busy on one of those two days only (quidditch practice cause yay normal hobbies), although I'll have plans for the whole weekend now and then, like next week.

Hey netspider,

I don't mind GMing, but most of my GM ideas have to do with the aforementioned base full of rebel Yeerks.

Interesting ways in which my characters could interact with canon characters, or OC-but-close-to-canon characters:

-What if one of the original human characters was a Controller who agreed to work with the group as a rebel, or as a spy?
-Spinoff with humans making contact with the Peace Movement, who are a bunch of dirty hippies living in the woods and trying to actually make some changes in the war from the sidelines
-Yeerks.
In.
Canada! (Or Europe. Or Africa. Or somewhere, eh?); actually, there is a group of characters I could use who are based in Liverpool and London...
-Speaking of your idea on "noticing something weird"...there's a human genius group called Mensa (like the actual human genius group) but they have mishmashed human tech and Yeerk tech (they're all free humans) to operate a cloaked space station in orbit. They're insufferable ****s and I love them.
-I love the idea of either post-war-what-do-humans-do-with-aliens-living-everywhere (human victory scenario), or post-war-Earth-lost-and-the-Empire-reigns-supreme (Yeerk victory scenario). So much richness in either of those worlds!

And if all else fails, one of my rebels on a supply run to Earth could run into an Animorph. Because uh, they still think the Animorphs are Andalites. Whoops.

Thoughts?

EDIT: I'm on Pacific time, so that's nine hours behind Italy. I work 8-4 (I'm a science teacher) but I also have frequent breaks! The best times are probably your weekends in the early evening, so say, your Saturday or Sunday at 5pm would be my 8am.
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General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on Today at 05:12:04 AM »
Probably the last chapter before the USUM hiatus.

New chapter.

CHAPTER TWENTY:
Throwing Shade

Parker headed to a large castle, purported to be haunted. It was much too early for Halloween, so Parker felt a tad disgruntled at being dispatched for this mission. He entered the castle, and immediately felt a distinct "Ghosts 'n Goblins" motif with this castle. And, strangely enough, the castle's interior seemed paradoxically larger than the castle's exterior.

"Great. Now I'm in a Halloween-themed video game." Parker grumbled, a little irritated his alone time with Helen was interrupted. "Wonderful."

The SPARTAN really didn't care for the "ooga booga" atmosphere. It just reeked of an amateurish haunted house whose makers had a bottomless wallet. All these things were either gaudy and hackneyed or kitsch and overdone. Just plain not scary. Not in the least.

Then again, he was a RAFian. He's seen far more frightening things before dinnertime than most people see in their lifetimes. But, then again, this was less scary than a fanged apple or an annoying orange -- so, there was that.

He just hoped to find the fiend and get this over with. Then Tyr told him something that Parker had to as him to repeat. That would be so cliche -- but it was true. The fiend was hanging from the ceiling, like a vampire. The creature had the svelte body plan akin to that of a Vladat. It had black, bat-like ears, a long, pointed nose, a pointed chin, vampire fangs, and large, human-like eyes with pale yellow sclera and pale orange irises. Its domed head was pale yellow with purple markings. Its neck was dark brown with a black high collar. It was hard to tell if it was wearing clothing, or if it was actually part of his body. It had pale yellow chiropteran wings with black membranes. It had an orange chest with pointed shoulders, a black back, a purple abdomen, and a green waist. Its upper arms, pelvis, and thighs were paper white. Its lower arms were yellow with purple blades shaped like the dorsal fin of a shark, while its wrists, hands, and clawed fingers were onyx black. Its tail was yellow with a black tip. Its lower legs were yellow with black and orange markings. Its feet were like that of an eagle, but purple with black talons. Its claws could extend into a spare pair of wings.

When it awoke and saw Parker, it gave an earsplitting shriek, and righted itself, staying in that corner of the dark ceiling. Parker was less than enthused. "Gee, Tyr, this looks fun. Wouldn't you agree?"

He paused.

"It was a joke, Tyr," Parker said, now even more irritated.

It flew across the top of this grand dining hall from side to side, and tried to dive at Parker to drain his blood, but his armor would not allow that. hen it tried to swoop down again after crossing the room once more, hidden in the darkness around the ceiling, Parker avoided this by standing under him and rolling to the side that he had more space when it dived down.

After finally landing, it attacks with two petrifying stare beams, and then attacks with audiokinetic shrieks twice, one upward and one downward. When the concentric circles hit a wall, it returned to it and charge its next soundwave attack.

"This is so ludicrous," Parker muttered, pausing for only a moment to listen to Tyr's brief commentary. Then he replied, "Shut up, Tyr."

The petrifying beams were able to be avoided by jumping over them -- somehow. The first soundwave, downward one, could be avoided by jumping over it, and the second soundwave, the upward one, by rolling under it. It'll then fly upwards and repeat this attack sequence. That's one thing you can trust about these fiends -- their limited tactical ability to change up their attack patterns.

Parker tried a little something . . . new that he had been working on with his armor. He worked on his armor whenever he had a spare moment and wasn't with Helen. It was akin to Kevin Levin's car to the former.

Parker held out his arm at the creature, and took aim. He only hesitated for a moment as he tried to silence Tyr, claiming he knew what he was doing. His gauntlet fired of his hand (revealing a fireproof glove beneath -- Parker wasn't Kryptonian, after all) which rocketed toward the fiend, and he did so with his other arm. Both shots hit and the fiend fell to the ground.

Once it regained its senses, as Parker's gauntlets returned to him, sliding back onto his arms, it flew up again. Clearly preparing to dive again. Only this time, Parker was really ready for it, and dodged it easily. He fired each gauntlet thrice more, and each strike hit. The fiend was slain.

Parker turned to leave, actually finding the performance of these rocket gauntlet a bit more lacking than he cared for.

***

Demos called it a "shedosapien". He intended it as a mascot attraction for a haunted house amusement park. It ran into a snag when it displayed vampiric tendencies.

***

Malice found the battle about as entertaining as a "Twilight" reading. She was snoring in a threadbare armchair.
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Animorphs Role Playing / Re: Voice/Text chat RP anyone?
« Last post by Myitt on Yesterday at 08:20:52 PM »
Hey netspider,

I don't mind GMing, but most of my GM ideas have to do with the aforementioned base full of rebel Yeerks.

Interesting ways in which my characters could interact with canon characters, or OC-but-close-to-canon characters:

-What if one of the original human characters was a Controller who agreed to work with the group as a rebel, or as a spy?
-Spinoff with humans making contact with the Peace Movement, who are a bunch of dirty hippies living in the woods and trying to actually make some changes in the war from the sidelines
-Yeerks.
In.
Canada! (Or Europe. Or Africa. Or somewhere, eh?); actually, there is a group of characters I could use who are based in Liverpool and London...
-Speaking of your idea on "noticing something weird"...there's a human genius group called Mensa (like the actual human genius group) but they have mishmashed human tech and Yeerk tech (they're all free humans) to operate a cloaked space station in orbit. They're insufferable ****s and I love them.
-I love the idea of either post-war-what-do-humans-do-with-aliens-living-everywhere (human victory scenario), or post-war-Earth-lost-and-the-Empire-reigns-supreme (Yeerk victory scenario). So much richness in either of those worlds!

And if all else fails, one of my rebels on a supply run to Earth could run into an Animorph. Because uh, they still think the Animorphs are Andalites. Whoops.

Thoughts?

EDIT: I'm on Pacific time, so that's nine hours behind Italy. I work 8-4 (I'm a science teacher) but I also have frequent breaks! The best times are probably your weekends in the early evening, so say, your Saturday or Sunday at 5pm would be my 8am.
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Animorphs Role Playing / Re: Voice/Text chat RP anyone?
« Last post by netspider86 on Yesterday at 09:59:56 AM »
Hey all! I've really been lurking a bit on and off, but I'm almost positive this is the first account I create. Almost.

I'm usually a sucker for canon, so I'd prefer something that doesn't detach horribly from the series, but other than that I'm fairly open. I'll say that I'd rather not roleplay a 14 years old! Few ideas in no particular order:
  • Same universe and rules, but possibly different timeline and none of the original human characters (the morphing technology is given to a different group entirely, so we start from an early stage of the invasion)
  • Actual spin-off maybe with some link to reality, e.g. right now there is a certain dude that we'll call
    Mr Grump who might as well have a Yeerk in his head, and the original gang manages to reach out to some trustworthy young adults expanding the group (so maybe something 2/3rds into the series, except it's moved to more recent years)
  • In the original timeline a small group gets in contact with the Animorphs and gets involved, maybe somewhere else on the planet (let's face it, a: in the real world many of the things they did would have made someone go "wtf is up with this kid? let me watch them closely for a while" and b: always in the real world, wouldn't the Yeerk have tried to diversify their operations in more than one major city?... this could be at several points in the series' timeline)
  • Actually from that a. observation, a whole first part of a campaign could be focussed on how a bunch of folks notices something odd and their efforts to find out more... would require an extra effort not to metaplay, but it could be a cool experiment :)
  • The existing Animorphs members have all disappeared, died, been captured, whatever, maybe except one or two of them... the Yeerk seem beaten, but a small group discovers that a new invasion has been going on under much stricter security, hiding behind the supposed Yeerk defeat (obviously years after the series' end)
...or really any other good idea you might have! By the way, no one volunteering for that GM role? ;D


In terms of what to use, Discord works well I think! It's solid either for text or voice, with the option to have multiple channels (OOC, "private" IC dynamics, sidequests with only part of the group, whatever). Timewise, I'm in Italy with a 9 to 5 (sorta) job but also have a long distance relationship with a girl in the USA, so some of the times that would work best are normally already taken by the two of us hanging out...
The best options are probably the majority of Monday nights (approximately 11pm/midnight to 2am UTC+1), and varying weekend days (most likely afternoon / early evening my time). I'm often free on weekday evenings too, 7pm to midnight UTC+1, but I don't see that working out particularly well with US times :P
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General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on Yesterday at 06:10:28 AM »
New chapter.

CHAPTER NINETEEN:
Shinobi

Blue was sitting outside the forum, a fair distance away, meditating on the League stronghold massacre. He was trying to calm his mind, still his spirit, and fortify his body, as he tried to conceive of an assailant who could have possibly committed such violence. Seeing the carnage, it was clear that it was from someone who enjoyed every last instance of of it. Someone who actually revelled in the gruesome, grotesque ways they were murdered. Someone who was clearly a sadist.

Could he have gotten there sooner? Could have done something? Something to save them from this heinous fate? Something to . . . save murderers in their own right. He had to remember, not all that were slain were innocent. Not all had clean hands. Assassins may have been people, but so were the people they killed as a vocation. This was clearly one of those morally gray areas that he heard people talk about. Rarely is anything simple as black and white, very rarely.

Blue didn't say anything to the others, but he did look at that place with fear, but he did have an attachment to it. It was the first home he had ever known to be as such. It was a horrible place, true. The Tribunal robbed him of the family and life he would have had before they took him. True, he could always look up his parents to see if they're still around -- but he had absolutely nothing to go on. No idea what they looked like, and no idea what their names could be. Or what his real name was. Perhaps it was Bryce. He liked that name, Bryce.

He supposed it was odd, to feel both an attachment and a hatred for a place. He had never returned there once he left. He had told himself that it was for the best, that there was nothing left for him back there. But he had to grapple with a sense of guilt from time to time. He had been selfish in only thinking of himself as he escaped. He had never thought to save any of the others, the others that were surely indoctrinated and brainwashed. And killed, either at the massacre or in the intermittent years that came before.

"Boy," Blue said, not even opening his eyes nor turning around. So confident he was in his skills. "I know you're there. What is it you want?"

"Forgive my interruption, Blue Prodigy," Initiate #100957 said, respectfully.

"It's Blue," the RAFian said, in rather clipped tones. His instincts were yelling at him to trust the boy -- he did not know why. Perhaps he was an obscure relative? Nah, that's too much "Days of Our Lives". "I dropped the 'Prodigy' part when I left the League. Now, what is it you're after?"

Initiate #100957 put his kusarigama and short sword neatly on the ground, and sank to his knees. He bowed forward, head down, exposing his vulnerable neck.

"I wish to become your apprentice," the fourteen-year-old boy said, head still down, neck still open for attack. "I -- I wish to understand."

Blue opened his eyes, and considered the boy for a long moment. He was unsure if he should trust the boy. "You understand that I must vet what you're saying, right?"

"I understand," the boy said. "I'll do anything to earn your trust."

The response was eager, and yet Blue found it believable. But he was having problems trusting his own judgement at the moment, and trouble dealing with seeing the carnage at the stronghold massacre.

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"He's telling the truth," Cloak said. "Either that, or he's proficient liar."

Blue wasn't too satisfied with this answer and went to Yarin for absolute confirmation. Yes, the telepathic probes were horribly invasive, when involuntarily. And most people were unaware of the probes, unless Yarin dug too deeply.

"He's being honest," the Nyac said. "Even if he is an accomplished Occlumens, I would be able to tell. I would have to delve deeper, granted, if he was employing Occlumency and the deeper I go the greater the risk of psychic damage to the boy's mind. Possibly leaving him in a catatonic state, or insane. I never dare to go that deep. But, my probes tell me he's basically a flatscan human -- no magical ability whatsoever."

"So, I can trust what he claims?" Blue asked. "We don't need another incident like Itellsya."

Itellsya was to this date the first and only RAFian traitor. He went to work for Malice, but nobody ever found out why. And now never will, now that he, as Rumor, was dead.

"His mind isn't anything like Itellsya," Yarin said. "The thing about Itellsya was I should have reported that he had a bit of a powerlust, but I assumed that it was due to his age. I was wrong to assume that. However, this boy -- Initiate Number-one-zero-zero-nine-five-seven -- all he wants is to be the best that he can be. And I'm not sure he even realizes this himself -- he just wants to be respected. He never wanted to kill you, Blue. Not really. It was just an obligation that he thought he had to do -- by telling him about the Tribunal's intended betrayal -- he lost all loyalty towards them. He believed you wholeheartedly, Blue. And he still does."

Blue nodded. He turned to call the boy over. Initiate #100957 hastened to respond, taking a knee and bowing his head. Blue still saw a lot of himself at that age in the boy, without really meaning to. He lifted the boy to his feet.

"What's you name?"

"Initiate Number --"

"No, your real name."

"Real name?" the boy asked. He was genuine flummoxed.

Blue sighed, seeing another similarly. "Then how about I give you one that's less of a . . . mouthful."

"Really?"

"How about 'Shinobi'?" Blue asked. "'Shin', for short?"
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Animorphs Role Playing / Re: Voice/Text chat RP anyone?
« Last post by gh, King of Birbs on Yesterday at 01:06:46 AM »
First off, welcome aboard, netspider! I’m definitely down for some sort of a live RP; the only really active RP on here (the Galaxy’s Edge Space Bar) is moving along rather slowly and I don’t do much outside of work, so time is at least somewhat flexible for me :)
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General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on November 15, 2017, 09:56:22 PM »
Trust me, you weren't thinking about that, with the ominous atmosphere when we arrived on the stronghold's land (and your mind was on Leatherhead, anyway -- parental concerns) -- just wait for the next chapter. It will be a bit heavy.

New chapter.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN:
Dead or Deserted

The inside of the stronghold was dingy and . . .

"I am so glad that I left LH with Dino," GH said, as he looked around this grisly mausoleum of death. Blood was smeared everywhere, miscellaneous viscera lingering in places, and there was a fair smattering of mostly intact bodies here and there, lying motionless. This was no longer a stronghold -- it was a tomb.

Blue was speechless. This wasn't a fight -- it was a massacre.

He was expecting resistance as he went for the Tribunal, sure. He was killing aware that he might have to draw blood with his trust sword, but this? This hellish, nightmarish scene? He couldn't have conceived of it. And they were just seeing the aftermath of what happened.

And what did happen here? Did they get too overconfident in their defenses? Overconfidence often spells disaster. Complacency, as well, can lead to catastrophe. But it didn't really explain what happened here.

Phoenix and GH looked put off, but were managing well. Cloak was disturbed, as the fact that leaving something more than a cloak behind after death was still quite foreign to him.

Blue was still looking around horrified, realizing that the nineteen initiates that were sent to kill him -- they were the only survivors of this massacre. But he wasn't so silly to think that that's why the Tribunal sent them out. They must have not foreseen this outcome. Were they too -- ?

He had to find out. He was only barely aware that Cloak was with him. The other two were not far behind. They had to go to the innermost chamber . . . that's where the Tribunal lived and met to discuss how to further their goals. If they were still alive, then they would be there.

Blue had Cloak open the overly ornate door, rather unceremoniously. And there they were. Still sitting in their ridiculously opulent daimyo like robes in too flashy colors. Blue, at first, thought that all seven were still alive. But Cloak dashed that thought.

"They're dead, Blue," Cloak said.

"They're sitting up," Blue countered, not daring to believe.

Cloak flicked his hand, causing a slight breeze to rush the area, and sweeping through all the members of the Tribunal. All seven heads tumbled off their bodies and rolled onto to the floor before the four. Their headless bodies finally slumped down, several slipping off their seats.

"They are dead," Blue said. He couldn't keep his surprise from his voice. Of all the things he anticipated, not one of them came true. Someone had beaten him to the punch, and went completely overboard. "I didn't expect this."

"Who would do this?" GH inquired. He looked rather green -- but that could just be the awful smell in the room. It was this smell that caused Cloak to keep his distance from the bodies. He knew the mechanics of decomposition, but still found it odd and strange and foreign.

"I don't know," Blue said, earnestly. "Whoever it was, it had to be the ultimate assassin."

"Whoever it was," Phoenix said, assessing what this meant, "that means that they're a present and current danger. And what's worse is that they're still at large. We haven't a clue what species or what individual did this."

Cloak examined the smelly environment, trying to discern any evidence -- but the overpowering odor was too much to be ignored effectively, too pervasive to be disregarded.

"All I can tell is that they've been attacked by bladed weapons -- no telltale claw marks or gunfire residue or evidence. I cannot think of any other species capable of such a massacre. . . . Now . . . can we please get out of here? This place reeks of death."
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Animorphs Role Playing / Re: GESB: OOC Discussion
« Last post by Myitt on November 15, 2017, 09:53:40 PM »
She's off-radar in Mexico, but I'll poke her when she gets back later this week :)
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