#ISB RP Event

[askrockandfriends]

"So, yer our next opponent? Fair warning: since Kiryu doesn't like to fight women, I, Goro Majima, will be your opponent!"

(@musekaiplex)

[thebreakfastmuses]

Interdimensional Smash Brawl : Round 1

@lawain-dimensional-heroes

"Attention spectators and onlookers, Sir Baldwin's first two victims have appeared before us! Can the blonde twink take one cleave from his sword, or two? It doesn't strike me that this brash youth is remotely prepared for how hard our dear Leper hits!"

(Cue Music)

The ailing knight had just finished rolling up a new set of bandages as he drew his sword from the ground, approaching his assailants.

"Sir Nanaka, Prince Vegeta, ...steel yourself."

"Whenever you're ready. You may begin."

[bxd-kxrma]

Sorry to hear about your loss! Good luck in the redemption bracket!

“Bleh.”

[worldofwaifus]

"So, we're fighting in Treasure Chamber, huh? Interesting... hopefully, with some of the restrictions lifted, I can use my Materia now and Limit Breaks now."

"And Ms. Lockhart... I don't know what gimmicks exactly they're going to throw at us here, but I'm certain I can use them to our advantage."

[ginnyzero]

Bikers in Relation to My Books

The second large core foundation for my novels were bikers. I like to describe my novel as Sons of Anarchy meets The Expendables meets The Wolfman. I’m not entirely sure it’s 100% accurate but motorcycle club, mercenary unit and werewolves with the tone leaning more towards Expendables humor rather than Sons of Anarchy/The Wolf Man drama llama angsting.

The idea of a werewolf biker had been bouncing around in my head since college. I didn’t really have anything or anyone to go anywhere with it. I wasn’t part of a werewolf RP group. Old WoD was making way for New WoD. I didn’t know any actual bikers. I didn’t have any ideas for plots. It was just sitting there in my head as “oh, that’s amusing.” Motorcycles and motorcycling are something that is very American. Apparently if there is one thing we’ve exported from America other than fast food, it’s motorcycle clubs and everything that goes with it. Sure, there is motorcycling in Europe. When you hear Harley Davidson, Indian, and Victory motorcycles, you think America.

Later I met some actual bikers, worked with them and got to know them a little. I’m not talking about 3 patch OMC members. I’m talking about guys who just liked motorcycles. They liked the speed. These were hard working blue collar guys. One was a veteran of both the army and the navy. One coached football. They had kids. They were normal everyday guys who enjoyed motorcycles.

You don’t hear about that a lot in the media. The media doesn’t like to report about bikers when they’re good folks who follow the laws and drive safely on the roads. Bikers who are part of Clubs and some who aren’t part of Clubs but do group rides together, pride themselves on their riding skill and following the laws of the road. What you hear about in the media is when there is a shooting at Sturgis, or in the parking lot of an AMA meeting over a parking dispute or when a group of idiots on rice rockets harass a family in an SUV and then when they get scared, follow them and do dangerous things and then when it goes wrong, beat the guy up for it, when it wasn’t the guy’s fault.

Bikers get a bad rap. Most people don’t know about what good they do. There are Bikers for Jesus and Bikers Against Child Abuse (thankfully most biker groups keep their names simple.) Bikers are willing to help other motorists out when they get in a jam. Even most 1% bikers of the big OMCs do not want their names in the news. They don’t want that type of attention. Gun fights, murders, explosions and other things, only hurt motorcycle clubs and motorcycling as a whole. When most bikers just want to ride their bikes on the open road and have a few beers while they listen to music. Just like they do at every biker event that I’ve ever found advertising for. And really that’s what happens here at Daytona Beach during Biketober Fest and Bike Week. Vendors show up that cater to bikers in leather, jewelry and jeans and all the t-shirts one could ever want. Motorcycle companies show their latest models and have test rides set up for attendees. And on stages on Main Street there are bands and the bars are open selling alcohol. And honestly, the bikers drive up Main Street and either go up and down A1A or they go over to ISB and drive around in circles, for hours, from about 11AM to 1AM nonstop. (Yes, that's 14 hours of constant engine noise.)

It’s crazy. It’s loud and you either like it or you don’t.

There are family clubs. There are military clubs. There are clubs for cops, clubs for firemen, clubs for veterans. Then there are the three patch clubs (which have to put their colors away for bike week events.) And like I said earlier, there are clubs for Jesus and Clubs against Child Abuse. Bikers are just ordinary everyday people and bikers such as Sons of Anarchy types and Gangland Undercover types are few and far between. And even then, most of those are genuinely nice folks who are willing to help out their fellow men and women.

OMC/Gs are secretive though. They do claim territory and they do have rules. Just because there are a bunch of nice guys mixed up in there, doesn’t mean they’re all nice guys. So, there is a mystique about them because they are so secretive and because bikers wear leather and jeans and cut off vest type things and they ride around on what are essentially death traps on wheels if not handled right. (Hey, I own a coffin on wheels Mini Cooper. I cannot and will not judge.)

These were the type of people I wanted to write about. I wanted to write about the contradiction of these big tough guys in leather who ride motorcycles but give out toys to children in hospitals. I wanted to write about the type of people who work with the cops on actual sex child abuse cases and protect the victims so they feel safe. I wanted to write about the type of people who have done event security work, such as the Hell’s Angels have done in the past. I wanted to play with this concept that a biker club is like a family, a concept that was touched upon in Sons of Anarchy but was shown to be a dysfunctional family.

My thinking was thus: Wolf packs are families. Wolves claim territory. Biker Clubs are families. Biker Clubs claim territory. Werewolves are secretive hiding among humanity. Bikers Clubs are secretive, not expressly hiding but not welcoming outside intrusion. So, what better way for a big group of werewolves to hide from society and be able to ride vehicles where they can smell everything.

That, and I just might have a teeny tiny weakness for the biker look. Just a tiny one. Really!

[askrockandfriends]

@bxd-kxrma

"It would appear our fight is upon us, Ms. Karma. From one fighter to another, let me sincerely say, may the best fighter win!"

"Hey, Cap, don't leave me out of the fun! Far as I'm concerned, going against a Gear and the master of the Falcon Punch, you two better say your prayers now, because you don't got a chance in hell of beating us!"

"If you disagree, than I implore you. Please, step up if you think you can beat us. Now, without further ado... SHOW ME YA MOVES!"

[thebreakfastmuses]

Redemption Bracket - Round 4 - Match 1

Thus it was decreed that for the third time, Baldwin and Sarmenti would venture into woodlands tainted by foul magic. But there was no fungal witchcraft nor overgrown dead to be found here. The magic that haunted this place was... different.

"Aww, I knew I should've put in that request with the hosts. We could've had this bout in the Tangle instead of... whatever this cheap imitation is."

But Baldwin was ignoring his partner's banter. More than usual, I should say. His level of concentration was deep enough to take a swan dive in.

He waited for their opponents to arrive. And once they stood before them, he spoke.

"...When I first swore fealty to the beauty of the world, part of my oath was that I would not draw blood in the name of sport. Mine blade would be shattered, but righteous."

A light chuckle seeped out of his mask as he pulled his sword out of the ground and hoisted it over his shoulder.

"But confound it... I'm starting to enjoy this. The test of my limits. The expansion of my knowledge. The many new parts of the world I've traveled to since this all has begun. And now? I want to push myself harder than ever. I heard the two performers forfeited. That means the winner of this battle will face Lady Kiana and Sir Goku in the next round. I would very much like to test myself against them. But before that..."

"You're in my way."

@thesafaribaggirl-returns @starredvisions @team-vlts

[bxd-kxrma]

"If you have anything up your sleeve for this next fight. I really need to know. I'm... Almost going to beg to take this fight for you."

"Man, not you too. Hey, I am pretty strong. Maybe I can't break planets or consume stars but I have verses where I've been pretty goddamn powerful. I'm not a normal girl you know...."

"Now where's that sword I had...."

[lawain-dimensional-heroes]

"Wow, Baldwin sounds just like Sirin right now even if he won the tournament by default. Way to make everyone who lost against you feel proud right now."

"Congratulations on winning against a dragon, against two idols, winning against the strongest fighter who forfeited the match after you actually lost to him, ya dick."

[bxd-kxrma]

Taking a step up onto the stage, Karma couldn’t help but grin at the scene watching Maroon magically transform into what she could only assume by the flashiness and gender change, was a magical girl. Any other time, her jaw would hit the floor, but this was a tournament and she was bringing her all.

Her appearance was admittedly drastically different from normal, donning a Kimono, other worldly tattoos of tigers and demons chasing and killing one another, pink hair tied in a ponytail rather than its normal bun. Yet the most distinct item that stood out was a distinct sword at her hip. “How cute, you said you’d bring out the magical girl transformation, so I have a little transformation of my own.”

She would unsheathe the sword, its jagged and sharp edges easily pulling out of its hard wooden case with an eerily threatening ring of metal.

“Bring your best. Because I won’t be holding back.”

With that she spoke words in a whisper and drove the blade into her chest suddenly where it began to meld with her form. From her chest red would begin to spew forth from what seemed to be a wound yet only clung to her skin and crawled along her very being until she was covered in it. From her forehead a sharp horn began to grow, stretching out in a curved set position, extra teeth, as sharp as the blade that was once there now fused with the woman’s form, protruded from the sides of her lips.

White strands of hair overtook the pink, fading any color that used to be present and a subtle eye behind loose, flowing bangs of hair that was only parted by the horn now resting on the Oni.

The voice that came from the being was no longer her own, only a vessel for a creature she had formed a new pact with, all in the sake of a great fight. “Repent now, you face Karma Akagi, God Slayer!”

“Let the fight between an Angel and a Demon, begin!”

Fight!

@bxd-kxrma | @starredvisions

As the arena was ready for it's next contestants, Vegeta was already in the assist arena, but on stage, before the fight started, Maroon decided to spice things up a little knowing who he's up against. One flash of light later and where Maroon was now looked like a completely different person. He transformed-- or rather, she now technically. The rules did allow for transformations that doesn't give massive power boosts if any, so she decided why not go the Magical Girl route?

With a chuckle Maroon spoke up once more.

"Let me spice things up a little, shall we?"

Meanwhile, Vegeta was... Well...

He was taken aback seeing what had happened now. "...You have got to be joking..." Well...Hopefully Maroon knows what he's-- er, she was doing.

[askrockandfriends]

@starredvisions

Rock concert! Raisuke and Smash Brothers take the stage and perform the hits to liven up the tournament-weary crowd! "S.M.A.S.H", "Shout It Out"... they even play some stuff from their new album, like "Letters to Kei", "Worlds", and "Everyone, Everywhere, From All Walks of Life".

A roaring rock concert from Raisuke "Rock" Fukumoto and Smash Brothers!

[thebreakfastmuses]

ISB New Year's Party (featuring this guy)

"Well isn't this a cavalcade of energy and spirit? Haha~. Why don't I slow things down a little bit around here... Yes. Me."

[bxd-kxrma]

"Oh man! I knew this was coming!!!"

"Imma give him one of these!"

"And one of these!!"

"We're doomed...."

[worldofwaifus]

"Maybe you'll see if we survive long enough in the tournament." The sweep didn't quite knock down Tifa, but it did cause her to stagger a bit. Though she quickly recovered and attempted another punch combo. She would also throw in a kick of her own as well if successful.

"Let's just say it's my way of... sending a message. They were used in successful hits in the past, and are a great way of showing just what I'm capable of. Better keep those Ki blasts in check if you don't want to find out my true capabilities~" Yor smirked confidently, still holding the bloodied weapons as a means of intimidation.

"I'll be the backup for Ms. Lockhart. Try any funny business, and you'll know why they call me the Thorn Princess." Yor spoke, holding several bloodied awls on display for their opponents.

"Then ready or not, here I come!" Tifa would rush in and attempt a pair of basic punches, that, if successful, would allow her to transition into an attempt at one of her signature attacks, Whirling Uppercut. Altogether, she was looking to get some hard hits in right off the bat. "I might not be able to use my Materia or Limit Breaks right now, but I can still pack a punch! You'll see!"

[askrockandfriends]

Welp. That was a thing. I think next time, I'm just going to volunteer as a host, since I apparently can't win the voting section to save my life.

[thebreakfastmuses]

"Ooh, what a classic tale we're in for next! A knight versus a dragon, with a lovable musical sidekick and a magical crone caught in the middle. This'll be a fairy tale clash for the ages!"

"One I would prefer to play out like the stories, as bothered as I am by cliches."