Saiba Aisu

Noting interest.

This certainly seems like a unique premise, so consider me tentatively interested. What cast size are you looking for, roughly? Will the bugs be anthropomorphic with more fantasy elements or just your standard kind of critter?

“Well, since everyone here is too pussy to say it… You ain’t welcome here. Stay out of this cup, cupcake,” Roxy snarled, shooting Lydia one last glare before turning and stalking angrily out of the room, slamming the door behind her and leaving an uncomfortable silence in her wake. Dahlia whistled as the other woman vanished from sight, making a show of looking through her pockets. “Speaking of pussies… Anybody got a tampon? I’m fresh out, otherwise I would’ve offered her one.” To her credit, Lydia didn’t seem overly fazed by Roxy’s tirade. In fact, her first reaction was to attempt to smooth the situation over and implore her fellow participants not to judge the freestyle duelist too harshly. For somebody decked out in a suit of armor, she sure did sound like a pageant queen at times. “So what’s the deal?” Dahlia asked, shoving her hands in her jacket and leaning against a nearby wall, legs crossed at the ankle. She barely registered as another of the participants—Aster? Oscar? Aslan?—strode from the room. Now that things had calmed down, she had gone back to chewing gum and blowing bubbles. “Do we just sit here and wait? I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m ready to get out there and kick some ass. Pardon my French, Lydia.”

Munch, munch, whoosh, pop! Munch, munch, munch, whoosh… Pop! Both eyes glued to the screen in front of her, Dahlia Von Blum continued to chew her favorite gum rather noisily, blowing large pink bubbles every couple of seconds as she watched the duel unfold. She nodded her head approvingly as Roxy managed to come back for the win before launching into an impassioned victory speech, proving once again why she was everyone’s favorite Satisfaction sweetheart. “I won’t be stopped this time. Not by the best duelists of this country, not even by the Anthem b****...” Well, perhaps she wasn’t all that sweet. Oh well. Most people would have winced to hear that sort of language coming from a duelist, especially on national television. Not Dahlia, though. The blonde chuckled and kicked back her chair as she got to her feet, stretching like a cat after a long nap. Just how much longer were they expected to wait, anyway? Spectating was fun enough for a while, but after an intense match like that, she was itching to get into the ring and take some names of her own... Hmm? It would appear that somebody nearby was speaking. “The lady who has just graced us with her presence is Madame Lydia Maupin, representative of the dueling circuit of Paris... She had initially intended to be only an observer in our Cup, but she has graciously accepted to fill in... Madame Maupin has already proven her valor by holding onto the championship in the European circuit for various years in a row already…” Dahlia’s ears twitched. She was through the crowd in a flash, pushing past everyone and coming to a halt—probably too close for comfort—next to the mysterious woman, who appeared to be dressed in medieval armor, of all things. “Lydia from Paris, huh?” she asked, not bothering to wait for an answer. “Enceinte de vous rencontrer… Ah, who am I kidding, I don’t actually speak French! The name’s Dahlia, though. Dahlia Von Blum! Don’t you forget it!” The blonde continued to circle the French girl like an excited puppy, poking and prodding her all the while. “Is it true that you’re the European Champion? Heh, I guess they’re not all that strong in Europe then… And what’s with the armor? I bet it weighs a ton, doesn’t look too comfy either. Don’t you want to, you know, let the girls breathe a little?” She filled her chest with a deep breath, cupping her own rather large breasts to emphasize her point.

Ran into some difficulties with the post editor... Application is finally done! Please let me know if anything is missing or needs to be fixed!

Dahlia Von Blum

If we are submitting multiple characters, should they each have their own separate post? Or is it okay for them to share the same post?

Alright, thank you. Currently on vacation, so computer/internet access may be limited, but I will try to get the ball rolling... Is there a tentative deadline for apps?

Quick question regarding the Signers... If we would like our character to be one, does that mean their deck must incorporate a Dragon-Type boss monster, similar to the Signers from the 5Ds anime?

Interested. I’ve been wanting to do a Yugioh RP for ages!

I only watched part of season one. I did indeed find it very captivating. Definitely a show I want to go back and finish.

Thanks for the feedback, Chaos Sonic and Yui. I have done my best to update the application.

Dancing With Fire

Interested. Saving a spot. Question - is mech combat/exploration going to be the main focus of how we explore/interact with new environments? I would imagine that, from the sound of how far technology has progressed, unarmored humans, however skilled, might not cut it... If so, that's perfectly fine, though my only experience with "mechs" comes from stuff like Gundam, a little bit of Code Geass, and Ghost in the Shell. Is that more or less the vibe you had in mind?

Interested! Been wanting to participate in a Yugioh RP for a while now.

Rin was perfectly still and quiet as the Overdrive hurtled over the rugged terrain, weaving its way through the battle-scarred ruins of what had evidently once been a bustling cityscape. Somehow, she managed to keep her seat without too much trouble, listening intently as the Science Soldiers attempted to brief the team about the situation at hand. She still wasn't exactly convinced that battling a horde of parasitic bugs counted as "fighting evil," but now that push had come to shove, she intended to do her duty. And do it well. She didn't have to wait very long. Within moments, the Overdrive had come to a halt, poised at the edge of a checkpoint seemingly compromised by the enemy, the way ahead barred until they managed to secure the perimeter. "Roger that. Any of you hero types feel like takin' a walk, come with me." Rin nodded as she followed Scoop, ducking out of the vehicle with a single smooth movement, indifferent to the cold veil of rain that hung over the scene. She took a few steps forward to make sure she was clear of her teammates before she opened her wings to their full span, summoning Scarlet Edge in a flash of light with a twist of her wrist. "I'll leave the walking to you. Leave the skies to me." She launched herself high into the air, wings beating rapidly, claymore clenched in one fist, long golden hair streaming behind her. With some luck, her bird's eye view would let her find some clue as to what had happened here, and give her an idea as to whether or not the hostiles were still in the area... Of course, if she was really lucky, she'd run into them herself. Not that she didn't trust the rest of the team to hold their own in a fight, per se, but there was no reason for them to put themselves in harm's way. Not while she was around, at least.

Possibly interested. I have always been a big fan of the Star Wars universe. Question - Are we supposed to create our own characters? If so, do they need to be Jedi?

Interested. I will get an app up as soon as possible! EDIT: Here it is, all done~! The Avenging Angel

"What the...?" Diviner watched in shock as Storm Siren—still in her gaseous form—was drawn up through the air, as if a sinister vacuum were at work. Thankfully, she managed to break free by transforming into a storm cloud and generating an electric shock, narrowly dodging what would have been an otherwise extremely ignominious end. To his credit, Shadi recovered quickly enough, ducking just in time as a supercharged bolt of electricity shot from a nearby outlet with a crackle, singing his hair as it passed overhead. Scowling profusely, hair slightly smoking, he got to his feet, focusing his telekinetic powers. Moments later, a second electrical bolt surged towards him, only to be dissipate harmlessly against the wooden surface of the kitchen table as it hurtled through the air, coming to a halt in front of the young Titan. Gritting his teeth, Shadi turned this way and that, telekinetically summoning an impressive array of objects. Chairs, cutting boards, trash cans, fruit baskets, even the tupperwared remains of the mutant crab—anything and everything made of plastic or wood that would help absorb electricity. "Aye yo, Storm Siren! In here!" he called, poking his head out from his makeshift fort of random junk and motioning furiously to his teammate. Now that the pair had some cover, he could focus on the more pressing issue at hand... Just what the hell was going on here?

"I'd like us to split up to investigate... Storm Siren, Diviner, the same through the right." Shadi grimaced, doing his best to suppress another massive yawn. All this fuss over a power failure? Had he known, he would've preferred to stay in bed, rather than go to all the trouble of telekinetically unlocking his bedroom door. "Y'all ain't never seen a blackout before? Damn..." Shrugging his shoulders, still groggy and half-asleep, he turned and followed Storm Siren down the stairs towards the workshop, watching as his teammate morphed into a partially gaseous form, slithering down the steps in front of him with a muted hiss. "Let's get some light in here, at least," he grumbled, raising his fingers to his temples once more. With another crackle of energy, The Eye of Horus manifested on his forehead once again, shining an almond-shaped beam of golden light that helped cut through the darkness. Making a mental note not to look down, he half-walked, half-trotted after Storm Siren, turning his head slowly from side to side as they advanced, sweeping the beam of light across their path like a human flashlight. "Anybody there?" he called, rather loudly. Not that it mattered. What made Finn so sure there was somebody behind all this, anyway? "Come out, come out, wherever you are... And make it fast, some of us are trying to sleep!"

"A god has many domains, Elijah," Finn murmured, elaborating on his alleged father's divine repertoire. "Cerunnos is the god of fertility, wealth, the underworld, life, death..." "So basically, what you're saying is that your old man's horny—literally—and loaded? That ain't so bad. Could be worse," Shadi observed, sitting back down on the couch, his beer clutched in one hand. Apparently, he was the only one who wasn't keen on mutant crab monster for dinner. Just as well. "Rashid, don't serve me this piss again!" Finn growled, taking another swig of beer with a sour expression on his face, evidently displeased. "Need a good Guinness next time." "Man, next time I ain't serving your ungrateful ass shit," Shadi replied, shrugging his shoulders with a grin. "Slavery is over, y'all white folk can't tell me what to do anymore. Get with the times!"

Ah, looks like I missed my chance. Never mind then!

"Mind sliding one of those beers my way, dude?" Finn asked, shaking his long hair free as he slid out of his spandex outfit, revealing a rather impressive array of scars on his chest. "Ah, that's better..." Shadi shifted his weight on the couch, his dark gaze lingering for a moment on his teammate, more than a little curious. Although they had been working together for a while now, the other man had yet to share the story behind those scars with his teammates... Then again, perhaps it was just as well. Some stories just weren't meant to be shared. "Aye yo, make that one more beer!" Shadi called, raising his voice so that the rest of the team could hear him over their kitchen squabbles about cookies and crabs, of all things. "Boss man's thirsty, y'all." "Sure is nice out there, Rashid," Finn observed, looking out towards the setting sun, though his words were cut off by a loud grumble from his stomach. "How're those beers coming, boys?!" he hollered, this time with considerably less grace. "Man, these kids are hopeless," Shadi muttered ruefully, half-chuckling to himself as he swung his legs off the couch. "Sit yourself back boss man, I got it. Two beers, coming right up!" Poking his head into the kitchen, Shadi could make out the rest of the team, still arguing over the mutant crab leg, or—in Elijah's case—whipping up some cookies. Like, literally. Any more cooking utensils poking out of his body, and the dude could put the local appliance store out of business. "Don't mind me!" Shadi exclaimed, winking cheerfully at no one in particular as he raised his fingers to his temples, a low hum filling the air. An almond-shaped eye of golden light blossomed into existence across his forehead with a crackle, shooting a condensed beam of psychokinetic energy towards the refrigerator, whose door swung open automatically. Moments later, he returned to the common area humming to himself, two ice-cold beers floating merrily behind him, their frothy amber contents bubbling within their containers as they bobbed up and down, suspended in a nexus of golden light, before coming to a halt in front of Finn. "Two ice-cold beers, on the house!" he announced, jerking his head to one side as the caps twisted off, falling to the floor with a satisfying click. Deftly snatching his own beer from midair, Shadi raised the bottle high in a toast. "Cheers to the weekend, man!"

"Man, y'all need to lighten up!" Shadi exclaimed, launching himself next to Capricorn with a laugh, almost threatening to dislodge the team leader from the couch. Unlike the others, he appeared to be rather amused despite their less than stellar performance as a team. "So we got a bit wet... So what? Hell, a little bath never hurt nobody!" Apparently unaware of the fact that he himself was dripping seawater all over the couch, Shadi kicked back his legs with a sigh of contentment, crossing his arms behind his head, his smile widening as he closed his eyes, fulling preparing to take advantage of the rest of the day. "Besides, those crabs weren't so bad. Y'all wanna see some really scary crabs, y'all go talk to the girls turning tricks in the Bronx. I ain't never seen nothing so messed up in my goddamn life." "Ok! Well! It's no use mopin' around. I'm gonna go bake some cookies. Who wants?" Elijah asked, clapping his hands together and heading towards the kitchen in an attempt to raise the group's morale. "Man, forget the cookies... We're off duty now, right? Can't we like, crack open some beers or something?"