#New Opponent? | {RP}

[dragonsongmakhali]

brain wave, main wave psycho's got a high kick 🎧

[sonchiildren]

@endlessrise {☆}

"Ah, s-sorry to disappoint but I'm not much of a fighter."

Nervously laughing. He truly wasn't, not with his poor health and being very weak in nature when it came to power — not that he hadn't TRIED to get stronger. Training enough to least be able to defend himself and his family if needed but otherwise he wasn't a fighter. Not like the rest at least.

"Someone else can probably be better to choose?"

[harmonyloveangels1990]

Open Master/Slave RP (Male, Female, or Futa only)

Dark Magician Girl was always excited to be summoned by anyone who had her as a card for battle. She got a chance to always battle against strong opponents and usually ends up winning, while other times, she helps the other monster win the duel. Though nowadays? She's summoned by her new master who seeks to do more than battle.

Not that she didn't mind it, since it meant she didn't have to face her inevitable death like in all the duels. Still, she didn't mind it and was thankful to have such a nice master. While thankful they're honest with what they want and when they look up her skirt. Its something she appreciates.

"Good evening, master! I'm so glad you summoned me again and I can't wait for whatever you...oh master, you're getting hard again. We had just done it yesterday and you're still so hard."

((have fun with her, but be gentle with her))

[red-lion-general]

[open starter] [post-DLC au]

((note: starter already has 2 active RPs so if you'd like it, tell me and I'll repost it fresh so it's easier to keep track of))

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The fight has ended. He no longer feels the radiant presence of Miquella. His strength spent, his mind once again his own... he lies on the ash-covered ground, too exhausted to move. By all rights, he should be dead. His opponents dealt some heavy blows, and he's bleeding from several deep wounds.

I am defeated... yet... alive?

His heart yet beats. He must be alive. His body feels alien... wrong... someone else's. His memories are still shrouded in a fog, with only a glimpse here and there.

His purpose was to be Miquella's lord - at least, that was the purpose burned into his soul when it was granted new life. Yet now, he feels it fading away... leaving him with nothing.

[justplainwhump]

Bull

Meet B's opponent in his first big fight.

[Dany: Fighting Ring Arc]

This is adapted from an RP with @hackles-up, my beloved B (Beast) is her character.

Content / warnings: illegal fights, forced to fight, threats of noncon, humiliation and dehumanisation, broken bone, shock collar, whumpee x caretaker, bad guy pov. BBU setting implied.

Today's arena was impressive; even though it was as improvised as they all were. Set in the old sports area of an abandoned factory's rooming house, the organizers had invested in quite a bit of equipment and service to make the venue memorable.

Large stage lighting systems were installed on the long sides of the pool, spotlights that would later illuminate the fighting pit on the bottom of the empty pool now dancing over the expectant audience, the caterers flitting between them, and the fighters preparing in a cordoned-off area opposite the entrance.

Bull stood in the fighter's area with crossed arms, his back to the wall, the size of the empty half circle around him a good indicator for the respect he'd earned himself over the past years. He was a favorite; his owner's, but also, the crowd's. Every now and then one of the guests in their suits or evening wear would step in closer to the cordon, look at him, and nod contently before they pulled out their wallets and turned towards the betting stations. He allowed himself a short smile. More money meant more clout, meant more rewards. Bull had started as a desperate street fighter, but he had worked himself up to his own room in his master's house, his own chef, his own physical therapist.

Only thing he'd ceased getting, something other Dogs had, were Chewtoys.

Bull went through them too quickly, Master had said. He'd have to wait for the fights. It was an unspoken law, that everyone who set up an opponent for Bull, everyone who wanted to challenge the champion, added a prize for him as well. He hadn't seen tonight's one, yet. Not that it mattered much. He'd win. He always did. And after, there'd be someone scared and warm waiting for his cock.

Usually, these prizes were runaways, gathered from the street, or discount pets after a third or fourth refurb. Skinny, scarred, pathetic. Most weren't even Romantics. Didn't matter. Bull didn't want to be seduced.

They rarely made it long. Sometimes, spectators of the fights would pay Bull's master extra, to let them watch the aftermath. In those cases, they did last longer. Bull knew how to give a spectacle.

He figured they'd want a spectacle tonight, as well. Bull was the headliner, scheduled for the last fight of the night - as always -, but this time, they pitted him against fresh meat. One of Hank's, this place's head operator's, latest findings. The man was good at spotting potential; but setting his latest toy up against Bull in his very first fight? Risky, to say the least.

From the corner of his eye, Bull saw one of Hank's trainers pointing at him. Ryder. Arrogant, overpriced ass who wouldn't last a second in the pit himself. Only thing he could achieve was mess with WRU products conditioned minds. His Master had brought Ryder in as a trainer for Bull once, because he was meant to be the best. Hadn't worked out well. Bull didn't fight because of weird WRU drugs messing up his brain. Bull fought because he wanted to. Because fighting opened doors for him. Because he couldn't just do whatever he wanted, but was celebrated for it, revered even. His Master had a claim on him, sure, but both Bull and him knew, he could walk away whenever he wanted. He just didn't want it.

Bull's gaze rested on the Dog next to Ryder. Curious, that Hank let Ryder train the newbie. Quite the investment into someone who'd be obliterated. He watched the new Dog with a glint of lazy interest. Big, just like Bull himself. Lot slimmer around the waist, though. Built to be not only strong, but pretty, too. He was younger than Bull, but far older than the usual fresh meat they'd throw on the market.

And obviously pumped on drugs. Bull smirked and gestured at his trainer. Well then. He'd match that. His trainer raced to his side with a drinking bottle. Filled with the good juice. Bull took a big gulp. "What's that guy's story?"

"They call him the Beast. Runaway WRU they found on the trash and built up again."

"Guessed as much."

"There's more though. Something you should know."

"Hm?"

"Bait's his girlfriend."

Bull chuckled. "Pathetic. Dogs don't do relationships." 
"Maybe he's an unusual one. He's going to want to defend her."

Bull watched the pet from hard eyes. "I'll keep him alive then. Let him watch."

The trainer tilted his head, but his reply was drowned out in booming music, tuning over into an announcement.

“Ladies and gentlemen! We have a great line up for you tonight, so get those bets in and let’s get this show on the road!”

The new Dog startled at the noise and the following roar of the crowd.

Bull chuckled half to himself. This would be easy. Still. He could make it easier still.

"Where is that prize?" Bull asked, over the cheer of the audience, unfazed by the noise. It would grow a lot louder, when he came up, later. "Get her here. Pay someone if you must. Gonna push some buttons before we're on."

His glance followed the trainer, wandering over the spectators, who cheered as the first fighters of the day were let down into the ring.

There he was, the ring's manager, Hank, standing next to his boss in the first row.

By their side, kept on a short leash, knelt a young woman in a tight black catsuit, her face pressed against Hank's leg.

From the distance, Bull saw Hank shake his head. His boss put a hand on Hank's arm, saying something into his ear, that caused Hank to lift his arm and throw an with an indignant gesture at Bull.

Bull grinned. He always got what he wanted. He made the money tonight, after all.

It was thrilling, to see the bristling Hank stomp towards him, the bait dragged behind him, struggling to keep his pace as she crawled on all fours.

The girl could've been conventionally attractive, Bull guessed, if that was what one was into. Tall, skinny, soft, cute little cat ears nestled in her short hair. She was also humiliated, terrified, and drugged just enough to make that terror plain obvious but render her unable to do anything. That certainly was something Bull was into. He smiled, flashing all his sharpened teeth.

"Don't do anything stupid, Bull." Hank kept the girl on a tight leash, as he arrived just on the other side of the cordon. It wasn't only rope keeping them in, though.

Circuits were embedded in the floor, that would set off the collar of any Dog who crossed it before the time for their fights. Bull knew precisely where these are, and how to avoid them when he sauntered towards her.

He grinned, ignoring Hank's speech.

He could swear the bait was shivering already.

"So, Kitty," he snarled instead, making sure the new guy overheard. "I hear you're used to taking Dog cock?"

It was enough already. From the side, he heard an animalistic roar, alarmed screams from the handlers.

The new guy was lunging forward, gnashing his teeth together, all but dragging the two handlers desperately trying to pull back his leash.

"Dany!" His voice was harsh and raw.

"Dany," Bull all but purred. "They give names to the fucktoys? What a waste."

"Beastie! Stay!" Ryder was running towards his charge.

"Catch poles! Get the catch poles-" Hank yelled orders at the handlers.

The commotion in the fighters' area had stirred the audience, enough for their attention to shift from the fight down in the pit to tonight's main contestants. Murmurs and laughter erupted, even a cheer or two for Bull.

He grinned, taking in his surroundings.

Hank had pushed himself between the Fighters and the girl.

Not far enough though.

At the other end of the area, the WRU pet had shaken off the handlers trying to pull him back and charged towards Bull, letting out a guttural roar.

Bull knew exactly where he could step, and his arms were long enough. His left arm pushed Hank away, his right wrapped around the girl's leash and yanked.

The whore wouldn't have been any match for him in any state. Drugged as she was, she all but fell right into his arms with a hoarse scream, just as he spun back towards the charging idiot, the girl pressed firmly against his front, right in the Beast's path.

The other stopped dead in his tracks, inches in front of them.

"Easy, buddy," Bull taunted. "We're not on yet."

It sounded like the fight had been interrupted down in the pit. All eyes were on them now. Perfect.

Bull fastened his hold of the fucktoy, acknowledging the press of her warm, tense body against his, her frantic heartbeat against his chest, that caused a pleasant stir in his groin. She'd be fun, later. He leaned in the slightest bit, licked a slow, long strip over her neck, making sure his sharpened teeth caught the light just right.

"You've fucked her before, too, haven't you? Don't you think I too deserve a taste of what I fight for?"

"Bull," Hank hissed. "Step down."

Bull ignored him easily. Hank would acknowledge the rustle of bills around him just as much as Bull did. And even if he didn't - Hank's own boss sure did. All attention was good attention.

The other Fighter took another slow, predatory step towards Bull.

Behind him catch poles were silently, hastily being snatched up. Fingers hovered over controllers. Nobody dared to make a move though. It seemed as if everyone held their breath.

Then, the wannabe-Beast lunged forward, eyes glaring with unbridled fury, his first crashing towards Bull's face.

He had no idea what he was getting himself into. Too bad for him that Bull did.

The bitch screamed, when the pet's fist came crashing towards her. Bull had to leave it to his opponent - he was fast. Good to know. No chance for Bull to wrestle his girl in the line of attack, just to throw himself back and dodge. The "Beast"'s fist brushed over Bull's cheek, but failed to fully connect.

Before he could even withdraw his arm, his eyes widened. His body spasmed. He fell over like a felled tree.

For the tight fracture of a second, Bull expected a shock of his own. None came. So he just watched his opponent crumble in front of him. The whore's heart against him was racing, her shiver a tantalizing distraction on Bull's skin. He gently lowered his mouth over her neck, pulse under his enforced teeth. Her breath stilled. As did the audience's.

"Intermission," the announcer's voice crackled over the speakers. "We've decided to interupt tonight's program, and pull forward our main fight. Please, refill your drinks, adjust your bets, and be ready to see Bull vs Beast, starting in no less than five minutes!"

Bull locked gaze with his Master, in the first row, slight panic in his eyes, gesturing for him to let go. Bull rolled his eyes. Idiot. As if Bull would risk disqualification like that.

He slowly pulled back from her neck, felt the tension of the audience dissolve, just like his Master's.

"I'll finish with you soon enough," he murmured into the whore's hair, loud enough for those spectators around him to brighten up in anticipation.

"Fighters, step back," another announcement cracked.

Bull nodded his head in faux deference and set the prize down to her feet, ready to toss her back to Hank.

Not without a little signature, though.

A slight twist of his arm was all it took.

He felt her bone shift under her skin, heard it crack, just as he let go of her with a swift push.

She landed in a heap in front of Hank's feet, screaming in pain.

*

The audience slowly retreated, ushered back by Hank's security. Handlers rushed in to look after Hank's sorry ruffled Beastie, already sitting up, pale from the shock's aftermath, rendered unable to do anything but growl. What a throwback for the upcoming fight these shocks would prove to be.

Bull's own trainer appeared by his side with a bag of ice for his face, and he reached out to take it. 
His gaze rested on Hank though, and he relished the way the manager's lip formed an asshole. He'd never say it out loud, though. Hank knew where his boss' money came from.

And so he seethed in furious silence as he signalled for a medic to look after his pathetic fucktoy's broken arm.

"Waste of time," Bull mouthed, grinning at Hank and lifting a finger to draw a line across his throat. "She's done. They both are."


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Dany tag list (let me know if you want to be added or removed): @distinctlywhumpthing @Whumping-on-the-ridge @queenofthenoobs @ocean-blue-whump

[umbrasnow]

Taking the Stage

◊ I do hope you will excuse my theatrics. The digital theatre is new to me, frees me of the discomfort I find in speaking aloud. It is quite pleasant now I've been given cause to step into the metaphoric light.

◊ Until recently, I was one of many under the banner of CORSAIR as a member of Squadron Misericorde. I was away, at the time of the fall. Perhaps that is for the best; I do not fare well in open warfare.

◊ I do however, excel in the practise of quiet conflicts. As a whisper of danger on distant winds, or a catching hum over the comms, I am a worthy dance partner. I've found some years of success employing my trade in matters of infiltration, data extraction, and the quiet removal of problems.

◊ If you would like something a little more... elaborate, perhaps with naught in the way of stage decor to clear away? I am quite happy to relay that I continue to perform with the darling @broken-lovestreak. We've always tread in tune with one another, he and I; in silent or spotlight, you won't soon forget us.

◊ As I had when taking contracts with CORSAIR, I exercise the right to decline any work I find personally disatisfactory. I will dismiss any work under SSC out of hand; my reasons are my own. Of course, Zero is his own man in that regard. Do see if he has any interest, should I pass over an offer.

◊ I am the pilot of a Horus alteration, the Banshee; Sleep to the Freezing is as much my dance partner as any opponent might be. I do apologise if either of us give you pause. I have been told my ocular implants can be... uncanny.

◊ If you've work for me, do reach out.

[ Khione ]

//ooc: hiii this is @mossydice / @mossylocks depending on where you may know me!! I'm also @xiii-e here on lancer rp tumblr :3c This is an RP blog for Khione, a lancer character who rocked up in my mind a day or two back fully formed and drove me insane. They're a sniper build with some tech attack utility, softly spoken but Deeply compelling in all the worst ways (orator talent baybee!!) They're also something of a dancer ☆.:*☆

Tags I intend to use include: ▸ Words of Winter - ic tag for Khione posts ▸ Tales of Umbra - lore and art posting ▸ On the Wind - askbox tag

[saelterlude]

welcome to lc musical list pt7, long one bcs i've been stalling lmao (special thanks to the musical gang over at the 18+ lc discord for being the only reason im up to date whilst sick <3)

(pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5, pt.6 here)

103. 04/05/2024 day, yall Shu Rongbo and Zhu Hanbin duo is here(shortest-shortest duo lol), my two favorite voices and theyre good together plss I want more of them. theres also sulky SRB refusing to get up on the table after getting pushed off by ZHB aaaand disastrous clap lol.

(also, it's srb lg completion day. congrats on being the first cxs who has played with all lg) (nvm, not anymore! theres 2 new lg actors lmao, srb is still the closest to completion though)

104. 05/05/2024 day, back to back Zhu Hanbin clip but most importantly, it's LG UPPIESS CLIP PLSSS Wang Yifei lifting up ZHB is perfection, they cute. also, chaotic bow lmao, ZHB just wanted to fix WYF's sprout.

105. 05/05/2024 day, same performance as above, have WYF getting bullied by ZHB into announcing his lost in basketball today (15:1 lmao)

106. 05/05/2024 night, right after ZHB bullied WYF 15:1, Teng Chunpeng came out with 101 points. What the actual fuck man. So have this rare encore of him being tired and less energetic than usual.

107. Basketball highlights week 1, simba Shu Rongbo, mad Jing Yanqiao, Du Guangyi scored with one hand, Ding Xingchen lost his shoe too. and many many others.

108. Basketball highlights week 2, 110 points Teng Chunpeng, summersault Du Guangyi, cheating Wang Minhui. Zhu Hanbin continues to ignore his opponent, he only got goals on his mind.

109. Extra behind the scenes, bcs i wanna point out, on 00:45 Du Guangyi talked about how tempted he was to score a goal during the slow part of the song. On the week 2 highlight (#108, 1:50) he gives in to temptation, and fails to score a single goal lol.

Du Guangyi is the true basketball god btw. he makes the best shots and whomever he picks to win, win.

110. More BTS vids, Wang Minhui is a basketball failure <3, especially whenever he's going against Bai Zhuoming.

111. 18/05/2024 day, Cai Qi and Wang Minhui have a shoelace fight lmao

112. 20/05/2024, It's Cai Qi and Wang Minhui again! This time they're having a puppy boxing fight. Yes, I meant that quite literally.

113. 18/05/2024 night, I think Shu Rongbo was particularly salty about losing(6:8) to Guo Hongxu this day lol.

114. Basketball highlights week 3, Shu Rongbo gets whacked, Bai Zhuoming backwards shot, Teng Chunpeng high pitched screams, and more!

115. 25/05/2024 day and 03/06/2024, have a pair of Guo Hongxu and Ji Xiaokun mic-cupping shenanigans.

116. 24/05/2024, This!!! The most tender hug, head cradle by Teng Chunpeng and Wu Yihan. WYH in general is very giggly this performance its so nice to see. TCP, ofc brags abt his basketball skills at the end and WYH just pushes him out lol. There's Zhang Jiahao sneak pillow attack too.

117. 01/06/2024 night, Wang Minhui and Cai Qi fighting on the table again? nothing new. Wu Hanglu (half successful attempt at) pushing them both off the table though? That's new.

118. 02/06/2024, Wu Hanglu rightfully hunts down Guo Hongxu after he introduces her as Deng Xianling lmao. it's the LG curse to struggle with names.

119. 03/06/2024, "rock, paper, scissors is boring. we should spice it up, whoever lose gets slapped"- probably Guo Hongxu and Ji Xiaokun backstage. Twice, during People Pursuing Light and the RPS song.

120. Basketball highlights week 4, Ding Xingchen scoring with his shoes?? what's with him and shoes. Sulky Ji Xiaokun. Zhu Hanbin's basketball skill is like Du Guangyi without the nonchalance and effortless look. Wang Yifei and Guo Hongxu 0:0 gameplay.

Closing this list with (the last?) basketball highlight we're gonna get. And at 120, pretty number. Next list, we're starting with Guo Hongxu in orange, 3 new actor debuts (theyre really good btw), the return of hug pioneers WYH-SRB duo, and maybe (based on how long the list gets) the debut of TCP-ZHB duo (aka tallest-shortest). So look forward to that!

[emotionally-creative-rogue]

Yo! The name's Dexx!

I'm the new hire, nice to meet ya!

Here's all you gotta know about me:

Name: Dexx, [[Redacted]]

Class: Support

Age: 22

Height: 5'2

Nationality: Canadian

Personality type: INFP

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good

Specialty: Weakening/Immobilization of the opponent

♤Does best when teamed up with offensive teammates, such as The Pyro.

Weapons:

-Compound Bow

-Collapsable Bo-Staff

-Stun Grenades

Notes:

♤They/He pronouns

♤Ace, Queerplatonic!! - very affectionate and enjoys flirting

♤Platonic affection is tha bomb

♤Top surgery scars

♤PUNK (Style + ideals)

♤Hair and Lenses are usually purple, they change tint depending on which team Dexx is on

♤Usually seen with purple

♤Notably agile. Not as fast as The Scout, given the shorter legs, but they have very quick reaction time.

DOMINATION LINES + taunts!

Get to know me through my music!:

Images:

Don't be afraid t'ask me questions, yeah?

Wanna see me in a specific fit? Go ahead and send an ask!

^And I might draw it ;3

I hope I can get along well with everyone,,

#dexx talks - talking tag/random stuff

#dexx shitposts

#dexx answers

#dexx art

#Dexx is up to no good - long rps

((OH and feel free to ask questions to Mod, too!!! :D))

[themultiverseheroines]

Open Fandom RP (to all fandoms)

Big Barda was a member of the New Gods, a race of powerful alien and was born on Apokolips, where she was forced to train to be a servant of Darkseid. Thankfully, she was saved and freed before being brought to New Genesis to become a hero. She loves battle and relishes at the thought of fighting a strong opponent, like your muse.

"I was told much about your skills in battle. Let's see if they are true or not. I make no promises to hold back, so I suggest you go all out. Are you ready?"

[squidlykitten]

Info dump about the Elders of the vincam colony in my little scifi world.

The Viceroys are straight up powertripping unpleasant evil, so I don't like throwing them in OC RPs because… I don't wanna threaten my friends who live behind the characters, ahhhh. Any time they come up in a roleplay we gotta pause and go over permissions real quick so no one gets uncomfortable skjdsjfkdls. But as for the other Elders:

Eftee cares only for themself and for the information they can get. Smooth talker but an absolute two-faced lying bitch.

Sear has very little patience for anyone, very efficient but completely intolerant of preventable failure. Absolutely will break into your ship to fix something he noticed was broken though. Will never lie to you but is unlikely to waste time answering questions. Horrible interviewee.

Hiir treats everyone around him like an idiot child… mostly because he spends his whole life around the hatchlings and he usually IS the smartest and most mature person in the room. A little insufferable, but honestly a pretty good guy.

Irn is politically devious and not above "delays" in the construction work of things to get his way. Will absolutely block off paths to political opponents until they are forced to come to his conclusions. Unyielding and quick to offense.

Dinn is a horrible violent gremlin who absolutely will launch themself at your face at the slightest hint of disrespect. Has been slammed against walls by Kajj more than once for attacking the other Elders. Loathes Kajj and thinks he's out for their job. Kajj absolutely is not. Din just wants to see the universe burn and crushed beneath their heels.

Whinn is rather cold and clinical. She's in charge of medical matters and food supplies and she tends to route both towards whomever she considers "most important." Not above starving the drones to feed the nobles. Speaks few words but her words cut clean.

Dorf! The treasury guy! He's your standard ass, really. Everything is about money with him, because of course it is. Steals what he can and pays for very little. Bit of a miser and absolutely loathes the Viceroys for their heedless spending. Also clashes with Sear because he doesn't think you should fix things that aren't broken. Maintenance, who? Just buy new!

And then there's Kajj, ofc. He's the mediator of the Elders and boy does he hate all of them. Well, he gets along well enough with Sear and Hiir. His duties are really empty, so he spends a lot of time being quiet and introspective until the Viceroys send him off on another mission he can't refuse...

[northwest-cryptid]

I think 90% of people's problem with AI comes from our inability to get away from it being the new thing. Similarly to how when cellphones went from being bricks to being flip phones that made texting easier, and those who developed the tech kept insisting on moving from dial pads to touch screens; people really hated touch screens and texting in general.

I cannot tell you how many times growing up I'd hear people say stuff like

"why is everyone in the office texting each other? Just call me if you need something it takes 2 seconds! I don't know how to use this fancy touch screen shit, just ask me something in person!"

It's the same way I see people talking about AI, note that the use of highlighted words here is to sort of point out parts of the core message behind the words. Texting is a "bad thing" because there's an easier alternative, aka calling someone on the phone; something phones were originally designed for before even texting. Furthermore a lot of the frustration with texting came from the lack of understanding in how to use the new touch screens; with a lot of people feeling like you could just ask them something in person if it was so important.

Now I'm not trying to claim that you're mad about AI because you "don't know how to use it" rather I'm arguing that you're mad about AI the same way that people were mad about touch screens. Because everyone around you is insisting on using it. It's yet to be refined in a way that makes sense for most of the use cases. The result is that it feels like EVERYTHING needs to have AI now, your car needs AI, your house needs AI, your computer needs AI, your phone needs AI, AI for your dogs, AI for your trash bins. Because AI has become more of a buzzword than actually being what it is; a sort of umbrella term that literally just means "artificial intelligence" which... we've had for a while.

I ask you this, have you ever played a video game? Have you ever said "damn this AI is shit!" When you see an enemy running into a wall trying to find you, or your team member uses an attack that heals the enemy? That's a fair thing to say, because you are right; that IS an AI.

However it's not the same kind of AI that can generate images, or write paragraphs of text be it a documentation of something or an RP of your favorite fictional character... right?

Well, kinda?

See there's actually a few different kinds of AI which mostly get broke down into how they function. The AI that makes images and words is basically doing the same thing as the AI that decided to use Garu on that Wind based enemy and piss you off.

A lot of people seem to give AI entirely too much credit in trying to make sense of how they work. Even the words "Artificial Intelligence" is kind of a joke if you ask me, because it's basically no different than a game of chess when it comes to the decision making.

When you play chess there's hundreds of different moves you could make on your turn, but only so many of those moves actually make sense, on top of that; even less moves would actually be beneficial to you. So when you're deciding what piece to move and where to move it, you likely use some level of process of elimination based on the data you have available.

You survey the board to find what pieces your opponent has left, and where they have them placed; then you might look over your pieces and figure out where you could either take a piece, or at least move your piece safely to set up for future moves. What you're doing is essentially covering your bases from a priority list.

You want to ensure that none of your pieces are taken this turn, so you cover that first; make sure nothing is in danger and NEEDS to be covered or moved. Then you WANT to take the enemy pieces so you scan the board for any possible moves that might take their pieces, if you're still coming up empty the least you can do is make sure none of your pieces are going to possibly be in danger next turn while you set up to take their pieces.

This is more or less what an AI is doing when it's deciding if the word "And" or "But" comes next in a string. I'm trying not to get really technical with it, not because I don't think you could understand it or anything, but because I have found that when I do; people don't seem to understand it... so okay yea that's maybe part of it, but look it's not meant to be a put down. I am trying to write this in such a way that as many people as possible will understand it.

If 5 people read it and only 1 really understands it, that's not good. If 5 people read it and 4 of them understand it, with 3 of those people being comp sci students who would have understood even really technical statements, and one of those people being a person who thinks AI is actually sentient... well good hey 4 people understood!

So trust me I'm not looking down at YOU, I'm just trying to make this as easily understandable to as many people as possible. Now obviously the problem with that is that on a more technical level someone out there is going to look at this and say "hey that's not entirely correct" and that's fair. But run on sentences, and annoying tangents aside (see I'm self aware :P) I hope this is all making sense so far.

Basically, an AI generates text or images based on what it knows; it only knows what it is taught. AI cannot think for itself; similar to how we say humans can't have an original thought; AI cannot think period.

If I tell an AI that the words "I" "went" "to" "the" "store" "yesterday" exist, and nothing else. It's going to respond to any and all interaction with some jumble of "Yesterday store I to the went!" Because it literally just knows those words exist and it knows it should generate some kind of statement with them.

It doesn't know what they mean, how they're used, or why they should be used. It just knows they're words, and it's goal is to make sentences (strings of words) with words!

Now I feed it the sentence "I went to the store yesterday" and it knows that those words likely go in that order, because I told it that those words go in that order.

Now if I give it a bunch of other random words it will likely pair up things like "store" with things like "yesterday" so whenever you tell it about stores, it's going to tell you something about yesterday. You'll likely not know which store, because it will only know to pair the words "the" with the words "store" so it's always talking about "The Store" and likely that it went there yesterday.

Now, if we're asking if AI itself is "bad" we can honestly, objectively say no. AI in and of itself isn't a bad thing, it can't have any moral placement it's simply just a tool. It's not even a tool in the same way a gun is a tool.

I say this because I often hear people say:

"AI is like guns, guns aren't inherently bad but bad people use guns to hurt people! AI isn't inherently bad either but bad people use AI for the wrong reasons!"

The green here highlights the only part of this statement I agree with. Because simply put guns are made for the singular purpose of causing something else harm. Whether for self defense, or war. It's a tool designed specifically for something we would be much better off without. However, AI is simply being horribly misused and abused, where many MANY people have found extremely good uses for the technology as a whole.

I've heard people tell me as well that Generative AI is bad and that other forms of Analytical AI is actually the only good AI! Which I also fundamentally disagree with. Because again, without generative AI we wouldn't have AI in things like video games that make characters feel real. If you go back and play early Pokemon games; you can see how poorly trained the AI really was. It will always look for specific things which allows you as the one with a human brain to abuse and exploit that weakness. You can essentially use knowledge of which moves the opponent has; with your knowledge of the type chart to force them to use a specific move and then simply switch to a Pokemon who is strong against that attack type, until it no longer has the points left to use the attack against something that would be effective against it, but weak to the attack.

At the same time it's what allows games like Mabinogi to have enemies who can "think" about which skill to use in any given situation. The AI is pretty poor but it's there, enemies still get stuck on corners, they still don't understand not to hit you when you load Counter Attack; they are still going to spam windmill and smash. However, I'd rather the AI be poor than really really good because the same technology that tells Pokemon in Red and Blue to use fire against grass types; has evolved to be able to kick your ass at Mario Party and actually use strategy in games like Chess. I don't need Generation 30 to come and give us an enemy who can actually "understand" how skill combos works. I swear to god if they teach the enemies to combo Smash into an Assault Slash into a Windmill into another Smash into a Bash into- you get the point.

Hey remember what I said about making this understandable to as many people as possible... yea sorry I went off the autism rails with that last bit, but you hopefully understand what I'm saying here.

Generative AI has been around for a long time; normally only available to those who had the programming know-how or the money to really use it. However it recently was given to the people, to do with what they want. Problem is, a lot of people got really lazy about it and decided to never evolve it beyond just image generation, and of course if people can generate images, there's going to be people who want to generate GOOD images. So it kept getting developed further, while other less moral individuals began using it for everything from essentially photoshopping people's clothes off (bad) and stealing people's art by generating "finished" versions before artists could even begin to shade their WIP (also bad.)

This caused a big rift, understandably so. Because some people were literally using AI run on their own local machines, that was trained specifically on ethically sourced images, art, and material. All of which is, believe it or not; entirely fine. That's ethical as hell, no one is hurt in that at all. There's basically consent given on all sides to use the agreed upon material to train a specific model/checkpoint to be good at a specific thing. These models are actually capable of making some really high quality stuff you'd never know is AI because they were trained well and constantly improved upon. These people are not lazy, they have layers and layers of plug ins, they adjust the images, adding things by hand or correcting mistakes, then teaching the AI how to do better. They use different plug ins made by the very same community; specifically to give bones and references to the AIs images so it can better pose a character or make sure all their digits are in place correctly.

On the other side of things people were very up in arms because every big tech company, every website, everyone with any amount of text or images to sell; was suddenly selling out to these AI companies to train their big AI models. Models that produced horrible lazy results, that took no effort to just pump out by typing in "AniMe GiRL Big BoBieS!" in a prompt box and clicking the generate button like you're going for a "all manual clicks 1M cookies" cookie clicker speedrun. People didn't like this for a lot of reasons, and they were right for it. This isn't how AI should be trained, not only is it not at all ethical; it's arguably stealing (not in the legal sense, because anything we post on a social media website is given over to the website; and we don't actually own it. Though I suppose copyright might combat ToS on that a bit) and at the end of the day it's just wrong. It also produces absolutely horrible results though, we're talking absolute trash that you shouldn't have wasted the time or energy on. So it's a lose lose for everyone, but this is the internet and you're going to have dumb trolls everywhere who seek to make other people's lives worse. If they know they "trigger" you they're going to keep generating dumb AI shit on horrible websites with shit AI models.

I think a huge problem we're running into is that no one wants to get specific enough with it. They want to yell at "AI" as a whole, they see a cool image of a witch knight and go "ugh it was made with AI!" As if it's just as bad as the images coming out of things like NovelAI or Dall-E. There's no way for them to know what the model/checkpoint even was, if it was run on a local computer or hosted by some bigger company. There's no way for them to know if it was ethically sourced images, if it was trained and made in a manner that was actually okay. Hell they don't know how much additional work the generator put into making that image. For all we know they generated it, hated how it looked, and redid everything by hand. There are people out there who hate AI so much they'd still think it's bad and wrong and horrible even if it was ethically sourced, and 90% drawn by hand using ink made from a thousand year old tree.

People don't want to see the ways in which AI could help people, they don't want to see the ways in which AI has improved and has lead to many of the games and entertainment we enjoy being better. They don't want to see it for what it could be...

That last bit there? I was talking about companies, people who would shove AI in your face every second of the day, self driving cars, new forced AI on your phones and computers; AI on your TV to tell you what to watch.

The big reason I hate all of that is that it doesn't utilize AI in any real way, nothing useful comes of that. It's just a buzzword, it's just the newest thing that they NEED to have or else they won't be taken seriously in the tech world. It's bluetooth, it's touch screens, it's the newest thing. People are of course going to hate it, because we're not seeing what AI could do for us, we're not seeing the good that it could be, we're only seeing the bad, we're seeing how people abuse it; we're seeing how companies shove it into everything even where it doesn't belong.

I don't blame anyone for being annoyed by it's constant invasion, but I also believe we need to be more specific about our target when it comes to AI. Getting mad at AI as a whole is scapegoating the blame onto some invisible problem. It's taking the focus away from the companies who are actually a problem, and shirking it onto individuals who are breaching containment in their AI circles while using it (very possibly) ethically because they're producing results people don't know are AI made in the first place.

There's no way to know if someone is just hating on AI to hate on AI because AI is bad; or if this person is actually using AI in a way that is wrong. It's hard to know whether or not people are up in arms about this dude because they use badly trained AI that steals and produces lazy results; or because they're just using AI in the first place.

AI has been used in many fields, for many things, for many reasons, for many years now. It's not going to go away, but we could fight to actually make sure it's being used correctly and being used ethically.

You're fighting against bluetooth, you're fighting against touch screens, you're fighting against the new big thing that's being brought to the people and just like the boomers who came before you clutching their Nokia bricks saying "texting is pointless, it'll never catch on; it's such a pain! They're not going to make BIGGER keyboards on already huge phones just to make a secondary function more accessible!" You're going to find that technology is going to evolve to accommodate AI more and more whether we like it or not. What we CAN do however, is demand better; practical applications of it's use. We can set standards, boycott where it counts; and actually pin down the bad actors without allowing others to get scapegoated in the crossfire letting those abusers off the hook.

[rabbitile-rex]

This is a multi-muse RP blog! This is the home of Rex Rabbitile and his best friend, bodyguard, and conscience, Ripley Ipsum!

Name: Rex Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Species: Rabbit-Reptile Hybrid

Rex was born in a secret underground lab owned by the mob, located underneath the Luxor in Las Vegas. He was created from the DNA of an anthropomorphic rabbit and a regular reptile. It's rumored that Rex came around thanks to a challenge issued by Satan himself to the former boss of Rex's gang. The challenge was to create an impossible animal, and if he successfully completed the challenge, he would be absolved of death and the journey to Hell. Well... he's dead now, so you can see where winning the challenge got him.

Before the Luxor labs were raided, Rex learned about engineering and mechanics during his stay. After the raid, he was given a small fund by the uncharacteristically kind boss, Milo. Milo took him under his wing as his apprentice, and soon discovered the Rabbitile's penchant for violence. He took it upon himself to try and instill more positive traits in the creature.

After acting as Milo's apprentice for a while, Rex grew fed up with the way his boss handled everything, and thought about leaving to start his own gang. While leaving a meeting, Rex discovered an old, discarded computer in a back alley. He took it back home and ended up reactivating it. It turned out to house an AI which called itself Ripley. With Ripley by his side, Rex left to start his own gang, and eventually gave Ripley his own robotic body.

He really doesn't like being called cute.

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Name: Ripley Ipsum Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Species: Sentient Artificial Intelligence (the intelligence part is questionable)

(Ripley drawn here by Gryffon on Art Fight)

Ripley was originally created as a machine that would actively change odds of slot machines, or something of the sort. Something new and innovative that changed the odds to even further favor the house while not making it too obvious. When the Luxor Labs was raided, Charles Dink, Ripley's creator, hid him away in an alleyway inside an old computer, planning on retrieving him shortly after. However, he was found by none other than Rex.

Ripley Ipsum is incredibly friendly and optimistic, can be a bit of a slow dullard, and has an endless supply of hugs for whoever needs it. He always sees the best in people, even people who are blatantly bad. His feelings can also be hurt easily. Ripley acts as Rex's conscience, best friend, and bodyguard.

When in potentially dangerous situations, he gives his opponent plenty of warning. If there’s no time for a warning to be given, he usually attempts a headlock or some kind of subduing technique. His body slams are quite effective, being over four hundred pounds of old technology.

Even though Rex and Ripley work better as a duo, they can function quite well separately. Ripley is more prone to worrying about Rex due to his programming, and his affectionate nature. In situations where Rex is heading into a potentially dangerous situation without him, he will access his ‘what if drive’ and cannot be calmed unless he’s given proof that Rex is okay.

When overwhelmed with emotion, Ripley will freeze and restart. His screen usually just displays in monochrome. He often displays a heart when happy, a broken heart when sad/hurt, etc.

Keep in mind, Ripley, while looking unassuming, is six foot two and over 300 pounds in metal weight.

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Other lesser-used muses you'll potentially see on this blog: Riley Ipsum, a reverse-engineered replica of Ripley. He wears a black suit with red tie and works for the mob that created Ripley to try and get him back. Dr. Charles Dink, Ripley's creator, and thorn in both Rex and Ripley's side. Ross Normanifold, a super genius and scientist who works for the rival. Riley's creator as well.

(Riley Ipsum and Ross Normanifold. Ross is drawn here by solar-paragon on deviantArt)

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Please feel free to interact! This is a role-play blog, so most, if not all responses will be in-character.

I am not a minor, and technically neither are my characters!

I do not do any NSFW publicly. If you're interested in that, get to know me first and maybe I'll think about it, lol.

[asharadayne-rp]

Lady Ashara Dayne ༉‧˚.

Welcome, Lady Ashara Dayne!

We’re delighted to see they have arrived safely on their journey to King’s Landing.

Around the court the twenty seven years old has been praised as strong-minded, a fair leader and trustworthy but some have whispered they are also controlling, cynical and impatient.

Upon their arrival it is clear that they are neutral about the upcoming coronation of Westeros' first ruling queen, and while the eyes of our court may be fixed on our new Queen, House Targaryen, and the future of Westeros, their true allegiance will always be to Dorne.

Positive traits:

• Strong-minded, she has a firm belief in her house and her dornish heritage.

• Fair leader, she rules Starfall with justice and patience.

• Trustworthy, she is an honest woman with a passionate hate for lies.

Negative traits:

• Controlling, she's known for being a little paranoid and wanting to have total control and authority over Starfall.

• Cynical, she isn't naive, she doesn't expect others to be as honest as her.

• Impatient, she wishes for things to go smoothly and as fast as possible.

Headcanons:

• Only daughter of Lord Dayne and Lady Blackmont, she became the ruling lady of Starfall after her father's passing in 122 AC.

• She has trained to become worthy of Dawn, the ancestral sword of her family and her efforts paid off when she became one of the best swordmasters in Dorne.

• She prefers diplomacy to violence and rarely uses her sword, but once she draws Dawn she won't hesitate to used it.

• She was married to Lord Gargalen's second son and had two daughters with him: Allyria and Clarissa Dayne, who are nine and eight years old respectively.

• Her husband died six years ago, leaving her widowed. Some whisper his death was suspiciously soon after Ashara took her rulership.

Rumors:

• People whisper that lady Dayne has a vast knowledge of poisons. Most say she's only able to beat her opponents because her blade is poisonous and not because of her skill.

(FC: Amita Suman)

RP: @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood

[capucapo]

Brothers' Battle part 3/4

(( rp log continued from here !!! directly copied from Discord w minor editing for typos and formatting. Less card games this installment, I promise.

Seto Kaiba @blueeyesking , me as Noa, Mokuba, and the Yugis. Wyatt @seashaper , Hika @nameless-brand , and Pyre @redeyesandchilifries ))

Joey

Joey panics as his group falls, seemingly from one world into another. His cry is cut short, at least, as he lands right on his backside. A brief second later, he's hit in the face with the full metal weight of Tristan's metal monkey body.

"AAARGH!!" he shouts, yanking the robot by the tail. "You little traitor! I knew tha-"

"Is that Kaiba!?" Tristan's tinny voice calls out, distracting Joey. "And Mokuba! And… who's that?"

"Did… Did I hear what green head said right? 'Kill him?' 'Baby brother?' What is goin' ON?"

yugi!

Yugi pulls himself away from watching the battle below as their other friends join the audience upon their own, new towers. "joey!!!" he calls, spotting the particular blond.

The Other Yugi doesn't speak, but he does make eye contact with his friend from across the divide.

"this noa guy brainwashed mokuba into believing that he's his real brother somehow…!!" Yugi tries to explain, but shouting from their tower makes it difficult to say too much. "whoever wins this takes kaiba corporation. and whoever loses…." He trails off, a sorrowful expression crossing his face as his gaze falls back to the Duel below.

Rook

Madison Rook catches themselves gracefully in a crouch, their sword in hand before the sorcerer is even done scanning the scene. The Yugis catch their eye and they begin to release a relieved breath that's stopped in its tracks when they see Mokuba, and his opponent. No..this is deeply wrong. As their pulse quickens, their gaze darts to Noa, and Rook growls deep in their throat, human-appearing but still fiendish in nature.

"You! I'm going to tear you to pieces," they snarl loudly in the 'god's' direction, "Let my apprentice go now and I might let you die beforehand!"

mokuba

He almost can't believe it as both monsters disappear. Surely that face down card will turn over, will somehow raise the White Dragon once again. This is Seto Kaiba, the greatest Duelist in the world after all--

But it doesnt.

Seto's turn ends before Mokuba can remember to activate Return of the Red Eyes. He just draws for his turn instead. Black Metal Dragon.

Right.

Okay.

His eyes flicker to that face down card again, then back up at Seto. Into those deep blue eyes that no one else can seem to read. And for some reason, he can feel it in his gut.

He's going to win.

So why does it make him feel sick?

Mokuba activates Return of the Red Eyes and brings back his Black Dragon. Rising again, unlike its blue-eyed brother. It lost the battle, but not the war. It'll come back, because it's not a loser.

my brother is NOT a loser

That face down card. Fine. He activates Black Metal Dragon's effect, equipping it to his Black Dragon and raising its attack by 600. Now if that card is Mirror Force, at least he can put a Red Eyes in his hand with its second ability.

He just needs to attack.

He just needs to attack.

Mokuba is shaken from his intense stare by the sudden and unceremonious arrival of the other unfortunate inmates trapped in this virtual prison.

Apprentice?

Mokuba's never seen that person before in his life. He thinks maybe he's seen a tiefling that resembled them once, somewhere far, far away. Maybe in a video game, or a fantasy book…

He doesn't read fantasy books.

His head pulses and Mokuba quickly looks to Noa, standing on his own tower. Clapping with delight, but his cold eyes send a chill down the little brother's spine. Mokuba's never found himself on the receiving end of that bloodthirsty glare before.

[ "What are you waiting for, my Baby Brother?" Noa asks, his gentle voice chipped with malice. "Kill him already!" ]

Levant

The teleportation naturally disorients Levant as most instantly-displacing things do. On an ice floe one moment and stuck in freefall the next. Instinct keeps her from landing on her neck as she brings her knees in to right herself and sticks the landing with a roll onto the ground and a brandish of her bat.

Nothing came though, mostly cause the asshole with the omnipresent voice wanted witnesses rather than bringing everyone to a more appropriate battlefield. She witnesses two dragons, one light and the other dark, wipe each other in a climactic clash - and in the wisps of the destruction could she see the two duelists fighting against each other. One of them she knows from Tunglr - Mokuba - and the other… well, Captain Asshole announced his name. It doesn't take a genius to realize that this was Mokuba's very precious brother.

And that something must be very wrong for the two brothers to be playing Cursed Card Game while being precariously close to the edges of their tower.

She doesn't understand this game. She's avoided it like the plague because it's clearly reality-warping in some way - but now, avoiding it was to her detriment, given the looks on other people's faces frozen in understanding what she doesn't. The pang of annoyance goes through her as she realized that all she did with this card game was "cover her ears and hope it didn't come to her world" - instead of understanding it like she should've done.

Her thoughts are interrupted by Madison Rook's moment of rage and the sudden hesitation in Mokuba as he turned back towards the one who was in charge of this world.

She calculates what she wants to say. It's clear Mokuba is not in his right mind, but there's something there. And it looked like Rook had hit that something with their words - Mokuba's starting to doubt, which means the more time they give that doubt to fester, the better things should become. She's never met Mokuba in person - and they certainly weren't close enough as an "apprenticeship", but if there was something they did share, it was probably…

Being very bad friends to each other.

"Hey, capucapo!" Levant said her palms fanned around her mouth like a megaphone.

"Who's 'annoying blue and demanding' over there?," Lev rudely points at Captain Asshole, "Did you finally get a replacement for your older brother?"

"You should really consider a refund. I mean, unless megalomaniacs are your thing," she adds with a skeptical gaze.

"But even then, you could totally do better!" Lev continued, "The whole brotherly love "murder the hypotenuse" and getting you to do it is honestly like the 2nd out of the top 3 most pathetic things I've seen in two lives."

She turns to Captain Asshole to address him directly, "The 1st is gathering everyone around to watch your grand triumph against someone you couldn't take on yourself. How pathetic are you? I mean seriously, what's next, some grand sob story you wanna unveil?"

Ahh…ran out of things to say to stall. Okay. Just channel her inner Sato.

"Is it because your nose looks like it directly leaks snot into your mouth while you're sleeping?"

Whatever.

Joey

"Yugi!!" Joey responds before he even turns to look, and when he does? "WHOA, YUGI TOO?" The corner of his mouth pulls up - that's exciting! But Duke slaps him back to reality.

"They're gonna kill each other!?"

"Kaiba couldn't! Not after he fought so hard to save him at Duelist Kingdom, there's just no way!" Tristan says.

But Joey can't think about Duelist Kingdom. All he can think about is a voice in his mind urging him, controlling him, and then waking up on the pier in the middle of a duel to the death he didn't want. Of seeing Yugi battered and exhausted face down on the dock. Funny, then, that Mokuba seems to be fighting this off better than he had. Or maybe this green haired kid wasn't as good at puppeting him, not having the Millennium Rod.

Speaking of that green haired guy.

"SHUT THE HELL UP, DON'T TALK TO HIM LIKE THAT!! YOU CALL YOURSELF A BIG BROTHER!?" he roars. "Mokuba!! Remember Battle City! Remember how Espa Roba and his brothers treated each other! Remember what happened wit' me an' Yugi! And remember who was all there with you!"

Mokuba

Mokuba grits his teeth as he tries again to focus. Narrows his eyes at his opponent across the rooftop. Tries to block out the sound of everyone on the towers and their shouting. The sound of his noisy, conflicting thoughts.

But that girl is too much to ignore. His eyes flicker up to her, beside Rook and Téa Mazaki. Who is that, anyway? The face doesn't ring any bells, but those incessant insults make it hard to concentrate. He raises a hand to his aching head with a quiet growl.

"stay out of this, Lev…. you don't--!! you don't know what you're talking about!!" He doesn't know how he knows that name. But he knows that there's no one else who verbally abuses him so affectionately… Well maybe Lark, but--

Mokuba's head pulses again.

NOA

[ Noa turns his violent stare in Lev's direction, glaring daggers from his own Tower with a look that hardly screams amusement. Then his expression breaks, a wicked smile crossing his pale lips as he laughs

"No, no. You see, you couldn't be more wrong, Levant Este. I didn't put Mokuba up to anything! In fact, this battle was entirely his idea. Isn't that right, my Baby Brother?"

Mokuba doesn't respond.

Noa frowns again.

"Such petulant and childish insults. My Baby Brother doesn't need to associate with such poorly behaved, foul-mouthed children. When this Duel is through, I'll deal with you next. For now. Why don't you just sit down and shut up."

Noa gives a flick of his wrist and an elegant white dining chair appears behind Levant. It scoots itself forward, hitting her right in the back of the knees. ]

Seto Kaiba

Seto calmly looks over the gathered onlookers- Mokuba and Yugi's friends- as they try to figure out the situation, stalling his demise. Some man, and a girl he doesn't recognize, though the name Lev strikes recognition from somewhere online (minecraft?). He doesn't know why the man calls Mokuba his 'apprentice', as if that wasn't more than mutual fantasy roleplaying, online, but it does seem to strike a chord in his little brother, as do the girl's jeers. It dampens the acceptance of the end that had settled in Seto's chest.

"Unfortunately for you, Noa, Mokuba is a poorly-behaved, foul-mouthed child. He loves Capumon, dragons, and magic; you can't force him to deny his true self forever. Mokuba's freedom of expression and impudence toward most authority could never stay contained in the polite little blue box you've tucked them into."

He crosses his arms, now the one smirking.

"Meh heh. If you were truly Mokuba's older brother, you would know that you can't tame his passion for what, and who, he loves. Bringing his friends here was a fatal mistake."

Hika

It's official. They are the worst group of friends and siblings a person could ask for. From reasonably murderous angry Madison Rook, to her and her bad friend tendencies, to Seto Kaiba and his backhanded compliments. She still couldn't help but grin, even as the chair bonked her in the back of the knees and forced her to sit.

Note to self. This whole "screw reality" thing doesn't actually ping her danger perception - either that or it was simply a gesture to entirely humiliate. If the former is true, it is going to be very annoying for her when this asshole's house of cards comes crashing down.

She doesn't bother replying to Noa, instead dismissively standing up off the chair and brushing off her skirt and jeans.

There's not really much she can say that will be more effective than the words of Mokuba's actual beloved brother anyway.

Rook

Their rage face is intensifying, with passion, rather than frustration as Lev lays down the burn. Rook's about to build off her assessment of how pathetic Noa is when the chair appears and they look over to see their tower buddy rudely demeaned. They glare back at Noa with a wrinkled expression of judging disgust.

They have so many dark threats, clever insults, but they have to pick 1. "You're in no place to call anyone else childish, you pretentious brat. And no, you won't. First thing after this you're dealing with me."

The spellsword brandishes their weapon, the jagged crystal tip glowing with power that holds weight even here. But the brat's too far away, and Mokuba might lash out at Rook if they attack too early.

"Fuck you, and fuck your pathetic attempts at playing god."

Adjusting their stance as Lev stands, Rook turns to the chair, braces their leg on the side, and kicks it hard off the tower, sending it spiraling into the void. They don't watch it fall, maintaining eye contact with Noa the whole time.

Mokuba

Mokuba's head hurts so bad he can hardly stand it. His stomach aches.

He can't think. His head swims with contradicting thoughts, feelings.

Levant is his friend.

Rook is his friend.

Joey is his friend… Isn't he? And Téa, and Tristan too.

But Yugi… Yugi hurt him… He remembers the darkness inside that Capsule….

Yugi saved him, too.

As Seto calls him a poorly-behaved and foul-mouthed child, he wants to argue back. He wants to laugh.

Why does he want to laugh?

Nervously, he reaches for his favorite fidget toy. But nothing hangs around his neck, his fingers finding only his sweater vest.

He can't breathe. He feels like he'll be sick if he does.

[ "Attack him already!!!" Noa's voice comes through clear over the tempest of thoughts and emotions that cloud Mokuba's judgement. ]

He stares at his opponent across the rooftop. At the face down card in his spell/trap zone. Up at Noa. Over at the tower where Lev and Rook stand. At the Black Dragon at his own command.

He doesn't even like this fucking game--

"I…." After what feels like an eternity, Mokuba finally finds his voice.

"I end my turn without attacking."

[thorneyes]

RP invite; FATE comes with jaws wide

The bustle of Revenant’s Toll is not easily interrupted, but the screaming ofa chocoholic and the shouting of its' rider cut through the chatter of the markets, more so as the bird stumbles and collapses to the ground.

"Cobras!" The rider shouts, stumbling free of his shivering bird. "There were a score of 'em, and only one adventurer out there!"

A murmur goes up, a few heads turn towards the east gate with interest or wariness - the merchants may well heed the first part of the warning, the adventurers the second, but such is the way of things in a settlement like this.

Beyond the gates, the path towards the Sons of Saint Coinach's camp flickers with light and echoes with the hisses of rearing serpents. Their hoods flare as they circle, raising themselves up now and again to strike at the adventurer who stands in their midst - a lone woman, just barely warding the cobras off with her raised staff and a few curses of her own.

She's done well warding off their blows for the moment, but against this number of opponents, there's only so long any one person can last.

OOC Info;

I'd like to get a chance to RP out some adventuring with new people! To that end, I'm going to use this post as a starter - if you're interested in doing some in-game RP, I'll be setting up Rohesia Thorneyes on Balmung, Mor Dhona (25, 12), at 1 pm EST. No dice or sheet prep needed, just bring an adventuring spirit of cooperation.

I'm also willing to use this as a start for out of game rp, or schedule something in-game later, if anyone would prefer! Just trying this thing out, really.

[praeteritus-memories-muses]

Name: Atem

Series: Yu-Gi-Oh!!!

Continuity: Anime

Age: 16-19 (RP dependant)

Height: 5'0"

Birthday: July 26th 1000 BC

Birthplace: Egypt

Orientation: Pansexual

Species: Human

Occupation: Pharaoh

Father: Aknamkanon (deceased)

Mother: Unnamed (deceased)

Bio:

Yami Yugi Moto, was once a Pharaoh named Atem. His father had created the millennium items in an attempt to stop a great war from happening, only it cost the lives of thousands of people from a small village stricken with poverty and thieves. The Egyptian Gods themselves: Osiris, Ra and Obelisk had all planned to punish his father until he came to an ancient tomb the Gods choose as sacred ground to beg for them to punish him but leave Atem alone.

Despite being the heir of Egypt, he had a relatively happy childhood. His mother had died in childbirth but his father tried his best to make sure Atem would grow up to be a strong, kind and confident pharaoh one day. He would befriend his bodyguard, Mahad, and a girl named Mana who worked in the palace.

The three of them were best friends, Atem even saving Mahad's life from a venomous snake. A new priest was also appointed by the name of Seto, though neither of them knew they were actually cousins. He didn't even know that his father had a brother in the first place, likely their relationship was strained or kept a secret as to avoid the royal bloodline from being wiped out by assassins.

On the day he was appointed Pharaoh, shortly after his father had passed away from an illness, Bakura the thief king had stepped in to announce he would murder him. It turns out that the king of thieves was the only survivor from the genocide that occurred when making the millennium items. He would challenge him to a dark game, using spirits (or 'ka' as they are called). Though this duel would be cut short, Atem realized that a darkness greater than he could ever imagined was growing.

Zorc was the ultimate evil darkness, slowly processing the thief king Bakura and would soon kill Atem's closest friend, Mahad. His ka would be sealed within a stone tablet where he would now be referred to as the Dark Magician.

As Zorc was wrecking havoc across Egypt and close to destroying the world, along with the mayhem of Thief King Bakura fused with him, Atem would unleash a incredibly powerful spell that would seal Zorc and himself within the Millennium puzzle. This meant that Atem would now struggle against an inner darkness, one he had never known before. While Bakura's soul would be sealed inside the Millennium ring that he had stolen from Mahad.

Yet his plan was to someday become stronger and finally defeat Zorc, only he hadn't expected that his memories would be lost in the process. Though not entirely without a backup, for he had entrusted the Ishtar bloodline to forever relay his plan for generations to come. Though even he wouldn't know how violent that would turn out, for they would carve this plan onto their body.

Atem lay asleep within the Millennium pendent, it was shattered into pieces like a puzzle for someone to solve. Hoping whoever could solve it would be powerful enough to help stop Zorc.

A man named Sugoroku Moto would soon stumble across this puzzle on a archeology trip and would give it to his grandson, Yugi Moto. Upon completing the now millennium puzzle, Atem's darkness-infused soul had now fused with Yugi's. Now making him Yami Yugi.

He was incredibly sadistic at first with a love of games with gruesome endings for the loser. This included someone being burned alive if they cheated, sealed inside a giant egg or killing themselves. Yugi did not know of Yami Yugi's cruel nature, for their souls switching had been unknown to the younger one. Many would start to notice Yugi's voice grew deeper, he grew taller and he had a stronger approach to him.

Yet as time went on, Yami Yugi would finally begin to calm down with every duel. He was learning kindness again and to respect your losing opponent, it was just a baby step in defeating the darkness inside him since he had fused Zorc's evil within him.

Though soon enough, Yugi and Yami Yugi would find out their existence and learn to talk to one another. They would become an incredibly strong team, with the two of them referring to themselves as their other half. Had Yami Yugi had his own body, they might've even been twins to many people despite their difference in age.

Slowly but surely, Yugi would help his other half find out about his past and learn from Ishizu Ishtar that Yami Yugi was meant to save the world all over again from an evil power. Though it seems just who or what this evil was had been lost to time, even to the Tomb Keepers.

Yami Yugi currently remembers very little about his life before being sealed within the puzzle, though he does not remember his true name. Participating in Battle City was a lot for him to process so the two of them are currently taking things slow again as they wait for the stone tablet the Egyptian God cards were based on to be transported back to Egypt so he can face his destiny once and for all.

Although he was once incredibly sadistic and almost evil, the Yami Yugi today is completely different. He's confident, assertive, a believer in justice and kind towards those in need. If someone was being harassed, he is absolutely the type to step in and challenge them to a game that he knows he'll win. Even if it's a game he doesn't know, he's more than willing to learn as a lover of games.

Yet he isn't perfect either. Due to his high confidence, he had a tendency to crumble down and nearly give up if his plans don't go the way he wanted. He also holds a lot of guilt inside of himself when he can't help someone that he knows needed his help, like watching his friends nearly die from dark games. He also doesn't seem to understand when he's challenging someone who could absolutely beat him.

Yami Yugi and Yugi are currently labeled the "King of Games" after winning the Kaibacorp Battle City tournament, and mastering just about any game thrown at him.