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One of Manni's long running ideas that has finally come to fruition (hopefully)! This Roleplay is a superhero Roleplay, based on Kamen Rider Ex-Aid, video games and a whole lot of other things. This is an Advanced level Roleplay open to all Dreamers, as long as you read the necessary materials carefully. I will be considered Dungeon Master for this Roleplay and so will be responsible for setting up the plot and general occurances.

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Roleplay Club
  1. What's new in this club
  2. Akira

    MegaCity 1

    "Tch. Fine then" Soma clicked his tongue and replied in a somewhat irritated tone. He wasn't really surprised by the fact the AI was unable to give him the info he desired. After all, pretty much every single company with a considerable value has it's fair share of secrets to keep, and as the CEO of one, Soma understood that very well. Still, it was farely annoying for him, since he doesn't really like to act without a good grip on what was happening. His calculist and cautious nature was something he was actually quite proud of. Soma decided that, for now at least, it would be best to forget the subject and focus on understanding more about this new found digital world and what he could or should do while there. While he was pretty sure that he had the basics on how to operate the Hero OS thanks to his knowledge and experience with computers and video games, he was also curious to find out how exactly he would be putting the loadout he had select to use. "Very well... please go on then. I am curious to learn more about this program" he replied in his calm tone.
  3. Neptune

    MegaCity 1

    Donovan tensed a little when he saw the AI figure running directly towards him, his movements a lot faster than he would have expected. He then forced himself to relax a little so that he could move more fluidly. He shifted his rear feet back a little more, ready to spring into action to block the attack that seemed to be coming. But as the figure jumped up, Donovan’s eyes snapped up to follow them as they leapt into the air. They were able to jump far higher than Donovan would have expected. He figured that they were about to come down on him with a hammer blow, which would be difficult to block with the sword as the AI would have gravity on their side as well. So he jumped back, dancing out of the way. He didn’t want to attack, not just yet. He wanted to get an idea as to how this AI operated first, to get an idea of their attacks and the way that they moved so that he could counteract against it. He came to a stop several metres away, once again resuming his defensive stance as he watched. Of course, as he had no idea about any of special attacks available to him, he couldn’t utilise them to attack the AI, and thus was relying completely on the Martial Arts training that he had done over the years. While he had practised with others, mainly with practise swords, this was the first time he had actually fought with a real blade against an actual opponent.
  4. Hmm...thinking about places I can use my NPCs to further plot! I'm thinking of having 'mentor' NPCs at least to begin with for all the PC in the RP. Also, if any Super Sentai/Kamen Rider/tokusatsu fans are out there, you will notice a large amount of homages and references to earlier series.
  5. Chiyako

    MegaCity 2

    "Protein it is! To the nearest bestest steak house!" A finger pointed forth towards the front of the vehicle. Not that they'd listen to her, although they might. Any steak would do really. She'd never had anything super fancy before. But then she'd always ended up spending her money on other things. Like explosives. Of course when it came down to a job Katsumi was at least somewhat serious about it! Perhaps not enough to damper her spirits, but certainly enough to get the job done. After all, why do anything when one couldn't simply let loose and have fun doing it? What was the point? The girl's single eye stared at the woman's chest once she was secured. "Squish" she mumbled to herself, although she did heed Angela's warning, slipping a seat belt onto herself! Then she simply leaned as best she could against her new friend slash date. "Now this is the life!" Dinner! A home! A date! A daredevil driver! Even a limo! Today was just getting better and better! At least the crazy driving gave her an excuse for bumping repeatedly against Angela's body. And hey, if perhaps her face or a hand ended up somewhere a little naughty, well, she could blame the trip!
  6. Manni

    MegaCity 1

    "You have been chosen to take part in a rather important..." the AI began speaking with a foreign but seemingly high brow accent before they paused to consider the words they were about to say. "....Experiment, the result of which will have a large bearing on Altech's Future. Now, before you ask, there are things that I cannot disclose to you at this present time due to my agreements...no, my programming. Question dealing with subjects such as my employer/designer and the exact nature of the experiment are examples of subjects that I am not permitted to answer." *This...was interesting, especially the mysterious slip of the tongue and the AI's choice of words...if they indeed an AI construct. Now, in Altech, AIs and robots were quite a commonplace thing and quite advanced but there were still certain things that they were not permitted to do or become as part of the law of the land. This was mostly to allay concern of humanity being made redundant by machinery and also to allay fears of not being able to appropriately distinguish between an organic and artificial intellgience. Whether Soma would make much of this was up to them but if they did, they might consider not raising the issue as there were certainly a large information assymetry between the two and goodness knows what kind of information this AI or whoever this was had. Soma might feel they may need to tread carefully in this strange environment, given that they really did not know what they were getting themselves into.* "I see you have been familarizing yourself with the Hero OS and have selected your primary loadout. That is good to be prepared. Now, in the immediate, I will be helping you further familiarize yourself with the Hero OS' other functions such as the Shop and your task for today." *Now while the hammer shaped weapon didn't look threatening as it was comically large and almost game peripheral-like (plasticy toy), the fact was...it was a deadly serious weapon and could actually do damage...and kill someone though it doesn't look like it. The AI looked calmly and unfazed at Donovan, though it would be impossible for Donovan to tell as the expression on the helmet never changed. Which might make Donovan ask what kind of AI construct looked like this? Seriously? Looked like something out of a kid's cartoon. The AI readied itself for close combat, as it looked around the area for 'things it could use'. Now the AI had 'instructions' to take it easy on Donovan and not to mess them up too badly. After all, they needed them and whomever else got the HERO OS alive and well. Its instructions didn't prevent the AI from having 'fun' with the candidate and if they showed them a few tricks at the same time, it would be fine wouldn't it?* Alright, it's GAME START! the AI seem to think to itself, as they started on the offensive by starting to run straight at Donovan, seemingly intent on directly attacking him head-on. Now, this would be normally a stupid idea given that this person's hammer was at a small range disadvantage versus Donovan's sword, which was slightly longer. Also, given the height difference, you would think the AI wouldn't be able to reach Donovan that easily. However, the AI was moving a fair bit faster and was more agile on their feet than one would expect in such a bulky and unwieldy suit. How would Donovan react to the AI's upfront approach? The AI's eyes were seemingly looking straight at him, but Donovan could not be sure if they were eyes or just part of the design of the suit, like a mask. A few steps before the AI would reach Donovan and probably get hit by Donovan's sword, it didn't something unexpected. It jumped! And quite high at that! It appeared that the frontal assault idea was a ruse! But for what purpose? Now Donovan could still seemingly attack the AI as it was seemingly wide open...
  7. Manni

    MegaCity 2

    "Steak's good actually, I feel like some protein." Angela replied. Admittingly, she hadn't had a good steak for a while, as she usually was a bit too busy to enjoy the finer things in life. Angela still really didn't know what to make of Katsumi, whether the way she was acting now was just an act or if this was how she was usually. Though it didn't really matter as far as what their job would entail, Angela preferred if it would be the latter. Of course, when it came down to things, Angela hoped the girl could be serious and get the job done. From what she read in the girl's file, that wouldn't be too difficult as long as it involved explosives. And given what Katsumi was going to be given, that wouldn't be a problem either. "Anyway, we really should get this show on the road. Driver, if you would..." she said, as she 'buckled up' with the seat belt. "You best secure yourself too, unless you feel tossed around like a doll. I'd recommend it, if only so you don't damage yourself or the car. I hear the Consortium doesn't take well to employees that wilfully damage company property." *After making sure that Katsumi was secure and it took a bit with all the fidgeting and all that, they were on their way...quite quickly as the person driving was a bit of a speed demon and though they never crashed any vechicle they drove, it didn't mean that other people on the roads were safe...from themselves.*
  8. Neptune

    MegaCity 2

    A small smirk graced Ruby’s lips as the figure reacted to her nickname by giving her one in return. One that she rather liked. She couldn’t help but to chuckle slightly but she quietened down quite quickly to listen to what he had to say. The name of the currency made her eyebrows raise a little. It was certainly not something that she had ever heard of. It made her doubt that this money had any real value outside of these weapons. At least she won’t be undecided on what she could spend it on at the very least. Her thumbs ran across the cool metal of the guns as she shifted her weight to her right leg as she watched the figure closely. She wanted to ask what kind of jobs and missions he was talking about, however he clicked his fingers and a rather oversized gun appeared in his hand, which looked rather like the kind of toy gun that her little brother used to play with when he was a little boy. She tilted her head before she scoffed a little at his warning, “Okay, first off, Shorty… is that a fucking nerf gun? And secondly… live fire exercise? As in live ammo?” She lifted her gun and looked at it before cocking her head a little at Shorty, “I’m kind of glad to hear you say that. Training with fakes and blanks isn’t real training at all. I like to get stuck in the deep end of shit.” She smirked a little, “Like a cage fight. I like to get thrown in there with no warning or training. It’s fun and exciting, and makes victory even more sweeter. So, bring it, Shorty. What am I shooting at?” She lifted her gold gun and extended her arm out and aiming it at some of the boxes nearby. She tilted her hand a little so that her gun was sideways before she snorted and straightened it again, because it looked ridiculous. It made her look like a wannabe gangster.
  9. Akira

    MegaCity 1

    Soma watched closely and calmly as the very world around began to dissapear before slowly but surely taking a new form. Obviously, Soma wasn't in his ffice anymore. The new location he currently found himself into seemed to be a reconstruction or simulation of the Patriot's Park, and a prtty damn good one at that. Even though, Soma wasn't exactly the kind of person to frequent said park often, he could tell that he hadn't been teleported to the actual Patriot's Park for one simple reason: people. Contrary to the actual park, this one was completely empty, aside from Soma himself that is. Almost like some sort of ghost town. After a few silent moments lokking around the area and visually analyzing it, Soma's attention was taken by sound coming out of his Arm Computer. A screen was displayed in front of him, giving him the option to change the scenario if he so desired, but Soma simply chose to don't change it "Skip" he said. The screen then changed and displayed a message telling Soma that his appearance had changed. Soma took a look at his clothes and noticed that message was correct, he was now wearing black jeans pant with a small chain attached to the back of his hips, a white T-shirt with a light brown symbol of what seemed to be crossed swords, white shoes and a black leather jacket with a hood covering his head. Soma barely had time to process his new clothes, which liked quite a bit by the way, before the sceen changed once again and displayed some stats, very similar to the shooting games Soma uses to play in the rare occasions in which he has some free time for himself. It was displaying a main weapon slot, which was filled with was seemed to be a pair of very cool looking hand cannons, some stats such as fire rate, damage, reload speed, etc; and a area dedicated to a skill tree. After the man had glanced through said screen, it dissapeared right before a enormous treasure chest like object suddenly appeared in front of him. Then, Soma's Arm Computer began to emit a noise. When Soma checked it, he noticed it was call from someone. The weird part was that there was no number or ID displayed on the screen. Being the cautious person that he is, Soma didn't want to answer the call, however, he didn't really know what was going on or how to actually get out of this simulation by himself. Without options, he decided to take the call "Hello?" the voice from whoever was on the other side of the call seemed to be of a young male person. His voice tone was very formal and he presented himself as an AI who was there to help Soma. The AI then asked Soma to beck off a bit so he could break out of the treasure chest. Without taking his eyes from the giant object, Soma did as he was asked and took a few steps backs until he was about two meters aways from said thing. Soon, a diagonal cut was made from the inside of the chest, causing it so dissipate not long after. From there, the AI's form was finally revealed. It looked like some sort of knight, with shiny armor and sword included. Once the 'dust had settled' so the speak, Soma approached the figure with his usual calm expression on his face "If you are here to help me, then how about you begin by explaining why I was called to this place?" he asked in cold tone.
  10. Chiyako

    MegaCity 2

    "Early? Why it's never too early for a good romp! Probably! I wouldn't know! Oh, you're totally going to make me blush!" The shark-toothed grin remained, flashing sharp pearly whites. To be completely honest Katsumi had never managed to actually get very far with anyone. She always ended up scaring away the few people who'd tried! Usually it was the teeth. She couldn't help it. It was something she was born with. It could also be the eye patch too. Or the scar that it in turn covered. Heck, it could be her personality for all she knew! But then who couldn't find it in their heart to love the little mad bomber? "You're even cuter still when you smile though. You should try and do that more, ya know? Smiling's great! Ya gotta find something you enjoy and throw yourself into, onto, or against it! I mean look at me! I'm all smiles!" She was honestly having a great time, even if she'd ended up losing some of her explosives. Also her privacy. And, in a way, her bunker home. But hey she had to look on the bright side here: she was getting a newer home, potentially more funding, a lovely date, and possibly more explosions! How could she say no to that? Although if she did say no then she'd end up getting arrested or worse. But that hadn't really even bothered her much. It was quite difficult to actually scare Katsumi. She had nerves of steel! But then one needed that in a profession where one tiny mistake might end up blowing said person up! "So hows steak sound to you? Or would you prefer something else? A date ain't just one person, ya know?"
  11. Manni

    MegaCity 1

    *Inside the video file, once Takeshi decided to view it, was actually the same video that all Authority Security Force users of the Hero OS got upon getting it. It was known as the 'Induction Video' by most and was made the the Consortium, much like most Arm Computer related technology. In the Induction Video, there was a representative from the Consortium with one of the high ranking officials of Authority's Security Force attending. It was quite a high production value video, it must be said with all the bells and whistles. Takeshi could pick and choose what sections of the video he wanted to watch, much like a Blueray movie. In the video, the representative of the Consortium was talking about the HERO OS product and the related product, the Game Images (GIs for short). Now, if Takeshi was up-to-date with his news, he would know that the Consortium had won a large government contract to help develop a new 'defense program' a year ago and it seemed from the video that this was the result. It appeared that this "Hero OS' update was in limited release for security and police personnel. From the sounds of it, this was not so much a live 'beta-test' where there were still bugs but a full release prodcut specifically made for the Security Forces, including police personnel. As the video continued, the various functions of the Hero OS were described and demonstrated. As it turns out, the Hero OS does a few things more than the ordinary OS that Arm Computers have. For example, the Geo-Location and 'Map' capabilities have been changed and modified to allow for real-time information on sighting of threats to be uploaded and tracked. In other words, if anything bad in MegaCity 1 happened, those with the HERO OS would get a notification on the threat, its location and its nature and be able to track it in real-time. Another example of the functionality of the Hero OS was access to a special 'App' Store, linked to the Game Images. It turned out that one could purchase special functionality and quality upgrades for the Arm Computer and the Game Images from this Store, which was unusual as most Arm Computers were not easily upgradable.* *Also, the video would speak of the Game Images or GIs for short. It seemed that the GIs were essentially kind of like a specialised 'loadout' or configuration that people could use to defend themselves with. It seemed to be some sort of advanced technological development that allowed for rapid deployment of armed units to react and respond to threats. There were limited livedemostrations of the technology in the video, showing how the GIs functioned and what exactly they did. The operation of using the GI was quite easy, almost idiot-proof despite how mindbogglingly compelx the actual technology was. From the video, Takeshi would learn the basics of how to use a Game Image and that there were more advanced tutorial features in the Hero OS product, under the How To Guide section in the OS GUI itself. It appeared to offer advanced simulations and helpful advice on how to use the OS and the GIs.* *The text file...was probably the oddest bit of the update. Not only was the file encrypted and asked for a password...but the strange thing was that it gave a hint of the password in plain text. The password hint was 'What you value most'. Inside the text file appeared to be a letter from someone, addressing Taekshi by name.* To Takeshi, I would have loved to have done this in a less obtuse and mysterious manner but circumstances have prevented me from doing so, please accept my humble apologies for this. By now, you would be wondering how you have received this 'Hero OS' update and why tomorrow, you will receive your first Game Image at work tomorrow. Unfortunately, all I can say to you now is that you have been chosen by myself to partake in what I hope will be an ultimately fulfilling experience, one that will have drastic and major ramifications for Altech. There are those that would have me stay silent and do nothing in the face of what is and will occur and my conscience will not allow me stand by and do nothing. I cannot say much now, even though you must have many questions about this. What I can say is that you must trust and belief in yourself, no matter what happens after tomorrow. If all goes well, I will contact you again and perhaps be able to answer some of your questions.  *However, there was something else on the end of the text file that was not written in the same manner as the rest of the text file. In fact, it didn't seem to be the same author at all.* gOd iS nO lOnGeR iN tHeIR hEaVen. tHe bAsTaRd's sPaWn cLaIm hEaVeN'S mAnDaTe tHe cHiLdReN tHiNk tHeY rUlE, bUt tHeY aRe bUT puPpETs oN fAtEs sTrInGs.
  12. Manni

    MegaCity 2

    *The AI really did not care for the look that this girl was giving her, though it didn't really bother them all that much. Most people often gave him that look when they started out...and he had to admit not many had the fortune of getting much further than that. Now, he could easily count the number of 'candidates' that survived the 'initial campaign' with the fingers on his hands and not many beyond that made 'it' to the 'next stage'. Though he was not going to say anything about it as he was bound by his word to not reveal it, he almost felt sorry for this person. So young and naive...but he knew that the supposed 'innocence' of this entire place came at a cost that they would never know...unless they fought and if they did make it...would they regret it with their lives? Who knew at this point in the game? The AI kept an eye on this person as they looked through the catalogue of weapons they had to select from. While they picked their weapon relatively quickly and the AI thought that they picked well for their type, the AI wondered why they were taking a bit longer with the customization options. Were skins that important of a choice for this person? As they selected their skins for their weapons, the AI was about to say something when the woman spoke first. The AI didn't really care much about the nickname, it wasn't anything more than a small jab. However, they were more interested in the fact that they wanted to know about the 'money' system of the Hero OS. The AI instantly figured that this person was of a mercenary attitude or at least one addicted to the 'finer things in life'. "Well Miss Gold-Digger, the currency of the Hero OS Shop is Induls and you get those by defeating enemies that the Hero OS tracks for you." The AI began saying, "And doing all the usual things like completing missions given to you via numerous sources and basically doing jobs around the place." The AI clicked his fingers again and a comically oversized and almost 'toy-like' handgun appeared in his right hand. The AI cocked his handgun and then said, "Well then, let's get started with the training. I should mention that this...is a live fire exercise so you best be prepared." *Whether Angela would be any worse for wear for having to handle Katsumi would have to be seen to be believed. At the moment, Katsumi did not seem anywhere near as bad as the stuff Angela had to deal with on the 'frontlines'. Yes, that includes the rumoured 'Outsiders' who are rumoured to be still in existence in this place. While Angela was doubtful that the 'Outsider' threat still existed, given what she knew, she knew that there were a lot more dangerous beings on this planet...like other humans. While she wasn't privy to super top-secret details, she figured she knew enough to know that the perceived 'Outsider' threat was nothing more than hearsay and the stuff of folklore. Though, whether she actually knew enough was unfortunately out of her league though she would have no way of knowing. She saw the short-statured Katsumi scoot closer to her on the leather seats of the vehicle and sling her closest arm up over her shoulder, probably as some sign of affection. When she heard the question that came out of Katsumi's mouth, it took a fair bit of self control to stop herself from bursting out laughing. That question was so out of the ordinary to almost be funny...if only the girl meant it as a joke and Angela had a feeling the girl was actually serious which made it ironically more funny.* "Hold your horses, girl!" Angela said with a smirk. "You just stepped up to the plate and you already want to go steal second base? A bit early, isn't it?" *Then again, given what Angela read in the girl's file, perhaps this shouldn't have been unexpected. No well, no matter.*
  13. The fingers of Donovan’s right hand drummed against his thigh for a few moments before his eyebrows furrowed a little at the questions that were being given to him. He thought back to when he had first met Charlotte a couple of years ago. She had been the one to initially ask him out, and he had seen no reason to decline her invitation. While he wasn’t one to talk much about himself, she had certainly spoken enough for the both of them. She had never seemed to mind his quietness, claiming that it gave him a ‘mysterious’ quality that she found attractive. He had never thought anything bad about that, figuring she was into the quiet type. Along with that, he allowed her a great amount of independence. He never minded when she wanted to go and hang out with her friends, especially since he knew how much of a socialite she was. He would have felt it cruel to keep her from her friends. Despite the fact that he didn’t have anyone that he considered a friend other than Laura, he wasn’t about to begrudge Charlotte of her own. Despite how different the two were, especially when it came to social occasions, they had always worked around it. He turned his attention back to Takeshi, seeing a look in his eyes that he couldn’t quite grasp. His brows were slightly creased as well, making the man look almost concerned. After a moment, Donovan dismissed it as merely professional concern; perhaps reading too far into things and judging not only him but also Charlotte despite the fact that he had never met the woman. It was his job, after all, although Donovan wished the man would move off of the subject regarding his wife. Answering the man’s question, Donovan said, “We became friends quite quickly, after our fourth date. At least, that is when I considered her a friend. I can’t speak for her, though. We’ve only been married for a couple of months, not long before my promotion. We’ve known each other for about two years now, and we got engaged eight months ago.”
  14. Normally the people who came into that office lit up in some manner when asked about their significant others. Nothing extravagant, just a sparkle in the eyes when given the chance to talk about their relationship, or a shifting of the shoulders or the arms into a more relaxed posture. But Donovan had visibly tensed up, as though holding back, and Takeshi noticed that. 'Ah, so the friend brought Charlotte to meet Donovan,' Takeshi deduced, given the fact that her friend had introduced the two. Charlotte was the friend of a single cop, not multiple, making her rather out of place at that party unless she had simply decided to tag along. But that seemed unlikely to Takeshi since Donovan, of all the people there, was picked out. Someone as closed off as him didn't strike Takeshi as the sort of person to strike up a conversation so it seemed likely that their introduction was premeditated. Takeshi could see it in his head, one girl talking to the other about a handsome an aloof police officer who was a total prodigy at their job. A real looker, a total marriage candidate. Why else would a civi be brought into a cops party held by other cops? But then it struck Takeshi, if Donovan wasn't the sort of person to make friends. . . "Mr. Lyvon, one last question about your wife, with two parts." Takeshi held up a finger, counting with himself as he spoke. "First, you said ya'll went straight into datin'. If that's the case, when did you two become friends? Not "lovers", friends." Takeshi continued, bringing up a second finger. "Second, how old were ya when you two married?" Takeshi's brow was creased with outright concern. His worry was that Donovan, with little social or dating experience, had dived into a marriage. For crying out loud, the guy wouldn't be finished mentally developing for at least another two years and here he was already married. Asking this line of questions, Takeshi suspected, would give even more insight into Donovan's social knowledge and skills. After that, he would need lay off, so as not to perturb him further on the matter lest Takeshi wished to risk making the subject difficult to continue in the future. But Takeshi's eyes were locked with Donovan's, now with the slightest tinge of feeling behind his gaze. Those intense emotions of his were starting to bleed into Takeshi's expression, despite his best efforts. If Takeshi's concern was not ill-founded, then Donovan was likely in dire need of social guidance, if not at the least some knowledge on the matter. If that was the case, then Donovan social interactions were more harmful to himself than beneficial, and just the thought of that tugged at Takeshi's heart strings.
  15. Donovan watched as the pen twitched from one side of the pad paper to the other. He couldn’t see what was being written, but the man seemed to be writing quite a bit down. He didn’t let it show, but he was quite uncomfortable with that fact. He knew that right now, he was being judged on everything he was saying. And even what he wasn’t saying. As well as his body language and perhaps even the look in his eyes. He didn’t like being put under such a strong spot-light. It was one reason he disliked psychiatrists. Their entire career was based upon the judgement of people, even if it was supposed to be for their benefit. Donovan didn’t like that he was being forced into this position of having to sit here and be judged like this. He would have prefered to have done this on his own terms. Unfortunately, the job of a detective was quite demanding psychologically, thus the force required their detectives to have regular sessions to ensure that their work wasn’t causing them any harm. While Donovan was understanding of that fact, he still would have prefered to have approached this man himself. He was brought from his thoughts when the man asked another question. He was about to answer, when Takeshi told him to be a bit more elaborate. He almost wanted to grimace, but instead kept his face carefully blank. The one thing he really hated doing, was talking about his personal life. Mainly because he felt that it should remain private. He was silent for several moments before he said, “A… work party. My partner at the time… convinced me to remain behind for a party that was to celebrate the birthday of one of our work colleagues. Charlotte was there, with one of her friends that worked in the force. Her work colleague introduced us, and we seemed to get along well so we exchanged numbers and went on our first date a few days later.”
  16. What were soft and round eyes had shifted into a sharp, focused gaze. Takeshi pupils danced around from watching Donovan's shoulders, to his neck to his noes and brow and then to his lips. There was no mistaking it, Takeshi had irked the detective ever so slightly, which was a good thing. Any response, verbal of physiological, was something to make note of. It was clear to Takeshi that Donovan didn't appreciate his verbal observation, maybe because he didn't see anything wrong with it? If that was the case, a level of cognitive dissonance was taking place, something that happened when someone was made uncomfortable by conflicting observations of ones personal reality. 'If that's the case, this guy needs a reality check,' Takeshi thought to himself. There were a few mental disorders that Takeshi was considering, from Antisocial Personality Disorder, Antisocial PD to even Aspergers, but then there was also the distinct possibility that Donovan simply lacked proper socialization as a child. If his parents had reinforced that behavior, than that would be harder to deal with than anything that could be clearly diagnosed. Dealing with that with involved dismantling preconceived notions of what was and was not socially acceptable that had been made habitual over a lifetime of repetition. But if it wasn't any of that then it was likely some disposition Donovan simply had with people in general. Perhaps he was misanthropic? That would be hard to deal with. Takeshi was already scribbling a plethora of notes down onto his pad despite there being so little said between the two. He wanted to make sure he didn't lose his train of thought for the future. With a heavy hand Takeshi dotted his period, set his pen down between his thumb and pad, and kept his attention on Donovan. To no surprise, Donovan was still being short with Takeshi. But he was learning to deal with it, and gave a firm nod in affirmation. He gave his pad one more note, 'No friends outside of family', and put the pen back between the pad and thumb. "How did you and your wife meet? And before you give me another short answer, Mr. Lyvon, please elaborate to a degree. It would help me to know how that relationship developed."
  17. Donovan’s eyes twitched from the view of the window back to Takeshi at his response. The blonde male almost snorted. If he could help Donovan actually put up with small talk, then Donovan would openly call the man a miracle worker. His eyes switched back to the view as the man shrugged off his jacket, hanging it on his desk chair before picking up a pad and pen. Donovan watched the man as he sat down, slouching in his chair, looking perfectly comfortable. At the motion with his pen, Donovan sat himself down in the chair indicated. Unlike the other male, he didn’t slouch. Instead he remained sitting straight, as was typical for him, with his left leg crossed over his right. He shifted his jacket slightly so that it was more comfortable for him before he looked over at Takeshi again. His eyebrow raised a little at the comment regarding his stiffness. He had to privately admit to himself that he was feeling tense, but then he didn’t like psychiatrists and he certainly didn’t want one poking around in his head. The last one claimed that the fact that he was so distant from people, was due to problems he had with his parents in his childhood despite the fact that Donovan had always had a lot of respect for his parents, and felt lucky to have them. Thus, he did not have high hopes for this one. The corner of his mouth twitched a little down when Takeshi spoke about addressing his curtness. There was no real mystery behind that. Takeshi was not only a complete stranger, but he was a psychiatrist and tried small talk with him. Granted, he should have perhaps covered his irritation a little better like he had been forced to do while dealing with the general public. It was why he was much more comfortable as a detective, as he wasn’t required to interact with people as much. He generally left it to his partner, Laura. People just saw him as the silent detective that worked in the background. A position he was rather comfortable with. Laura, on the other hand, was very happy to talk to people on his behalf. She was a people person, after all, and couldn’t go five minutes without chatting to someone about just about anything. He glanced down as he saw movement, watching as Takeshi leaned back and crossed one leg over the other as he seemed to get himself even more comfortable. Donovan let out a soft sigh through his nose, tempted to make a dry and sarcastic response to Takeshi’s joke. But he restrained himself, as it was often that people couldn’t tell when he was being sarcastic. And he doubted that Takeshi would cotton on, either. So instead, he concentrated on the question that was asked of him. He really didn’t need to even think of an answer to that, “My parents, little sister… my wife, and my partner.” He replied, keeping his answer short and to the point.
  18. Takeshi's brow furrowed at Donovan's response. "See, that? That right there? That's why you're here." He took one more sip of his bitter coffee, finding it to be quite the breath of fresh air compared to Donovan's attitude, and set it back down on his desk before shrugging off his regal blue jacket. His slender fingers handled his jacket with care, draping it over his desk chair before grabbing his pen and pad. Takeshi much preferred taking notes analog rather than using the arm comp. It was unconventional, but he preferred taking his own notes while his arm comp. recorded the conversation, it helped him remember things better. Takeshi moved, sighed, and slouched into his chair adjacent from the other chair. Takeshi motioned with his pen for Donovan to take a seat. "You're all stiff in the jaw. And just take a look at your shoulders, yeesh." Takeshi spoke, waving his pen in a circle at Donovan's posture. Given the response he recieved, the psychiatrist figured that subject would be the quickest route to any conclusions. Rather than wasting any of their time, which Takeshi figured Donovan might appreciate after his curt reply, he decided to shift gears and dive right in. Even if the subject matter bothered the detective it would still provide ample data. "Normally I'd ask how's home life, how's the job, but I think we'll have better luck addressing that curtness of yours." Takeshi leaned back into his chair and crossed one leg over the other. His legs were quite noticeable in his jeans. Even beneath the pants they seemed sinewy from all of his walking and his thighs were rather pronounced against his hips that flared out from his waist. His shirt, on the other hand, did little to accentuate its form, just barely hanging off of his chest. "I'd ask if being so curt gets you far in life, but that'd be a stupid question, detective," he said with a chuckle. Takeshi amused himself. "Tell me, do you have anyone that you can rely on?"
  19. Donovan remained standing by the door for a few moments, watching Takeshi shift back further into the office after his friendly greeting. It had been a light greet, and Donovan noted that the man had a rather good voice. Quite smooth, with a relaxing quality to it. Not high and querulous like the previous owner of the office. Despite that, Donovan wasn’t going to let it lull him into a false sense of security, and he tensed up for a moment before forcing himself to relax. He continued watching as the man casually walked over to the desk, picking up his cup and drinking from it. It was only then that Donovan stepped into the office and closed the door behind him with a faint click. His gaze was drawn to the window, much like the first time he had come here. He quite liked the view of the bustling city beyond the glass pane, without letting too much of the noise in. He was drawn from his gazing when Takeshi spoke again, causing him to look over at him with a slightly raised eyebrow. He then frowned a little. He had not come here for a friendly chat. He had come here for his appointment, nothing more. He wasn’t particularly interested in anything more than that. Still, he wasn’t rude and he wasn’t going to tell the man to fuck off with his small talk despite the fact that small talk was one of his greatest failures when it came to social interaction. It often made people think of him as cold and distant but he just didn’t like talking about mundane things that have no purpose. If he wanted to know about the weather, he could look out of a window, or check his arm computer. It was meaningless, and thus not really worth his time. He allowed his gaze to slide back to the view outside of the window as he replied in a rather stiff manner, “Things are going fine. And there are things I miss, and don’t miss.” It was obvious that he was quite uncomfortable with such small talk and would prefer to avoid it if possible.
  20. Takeshi's humming was cut five minutes short by Donovan's early arrival. Not that it was a bad thing but, Takeshi was definitely caught off guard almost every time this happened. He did appreciate it though, finding it rather courteous of an individual to show up early rather than "on time". Besides, that meant the receptionist had actually listened to him when he asked for her to stop pinging him whenever a patient was approaching. He was plenty aware of when they were supposed to arrive anyways. The spare five minutes gave the two a luxury Takeshi liked to try to lead with, to have a conversation off the clock. Takeshi set his watering can next to his set of plants, straightened himself out and swept his hair back before opening the door. "Ah, Mr. Lyvon, great to see you here early," Takeshi greeted with a smile as he stepped to the side to let Donovan in. He gave Donovan a quick once over as he walked in and then shut the door behind the two. Donovan was only slightly taller than Takeshi and was well dressed for a detective. Not all detectives elected to dress in such a fashion, some preferring a sort of "street-savvy" aesthetic instead. Takeshi noted this, figuring that the most obvious assumption was that Donovan favored professionalism and most likely took a sort of solace in the structure found within it. Already Takeshi was trying to analyze Donovan, pondering the links between an over-emphases on structure and latent mental illness given Donovan's rather cool demeanor and lack of social connections. Thus Takeshi decided that he would have to push the matter subtly if he wanted to garner adequate information without disturbing the possible data. Maneuvering that, however, might prove difficult as some were quick to catch onto a Psychiatrists wordplay. If that didn't work than Takeshi figured falling back on a more blunt and honest approach might prove fruitful. Takeshi made another mental note to himself an approached the side of his desk. The coffee cup was starting to become lukewarm, and to Takeshi's dismay, was still no more flavorful than it was before. Takeshi took the cup of coffee, sipped with a grimace, and turned his body towards Donovan. He didn't motion for him to take a seat, saving that for the actual appointment. Instead, he tried to open to two up with something less medical. "We have like, four minutes until we're on the clock, so we ain't gotta talk like we're on it just yet." Takeshi said behind from behind his coffee. "How's it goin'? Miss bein' a cop yet?"
  21. Donovan had arrived precisely five minutes before his scheduled appointment, having always preferred to be slightly early than late. He did not like lateness when it came to others, finding it to be quite rude and rudeness was one of his most hated pet peeves, especially in a professional capacity. So he had made sure that he had left enough time just in case the psychologist that he was supposed to see, was free. He had met with the previous one only once before the man had left, and a replacement came to take his place. He had not spoken much then, and he doubted he will feel any inclination to do so this time. As the receptionist directed him towards the office of the man he was meant to see, Donovan wondered not for the first time why he needed to come and see this psychologist. He knew it was regulation for him to see them, to ensure that there were no problems with the officers. But surely if he needed help, he should decide for himself to come and talk to a psychologist? He thought for a moment and remembered the name of the man, as Takeshi Jimenez. He had overheard another officer claim that the man was quite good, and knew what he was doing, making him a good replacement for the man that they had previously. Donovan had lost interest in the conversation after that. He wasn’t interested in knowing what the man had talked to Mr. Jimenez about. He came to a stop when he arrived at an open door, looking into a rather neat and spacious office. He had half raised his hand to knock on the door to announce his presence, but paused when he heard humming. He looked over at the current occupant of the office, and assumed that this was Takeshi. He remembered seeing him around the station a couple of times but they had never interacted. He was a lot younger than the previous psychologist, who had been getting on in years. He was surprised that his position was taken by someone so young. It would explain the other officers claim that the man knew what he was doing. He had to be good to become the lead psychologist at such a young age. He had an unusual appearance as well. Skin that was a rather dusky colour, with contrasting silver hair. It made Donovan wonder if the silver colour was natural, or if he dyed his hair to give himself a more eccentric appearance. He then took a moment to look around the office, to see that it was quite neat and organised. He took a note of the bookshelf behind the man's desk, filled with various psychology books. Nothing that looked personal in the slightest. His eyes then shifted to the desk where he noted that while there were neat piles of files, there was nothing personal such as photo frames. The previous man who occupied this office had pictures of his wife and extended family. Donovan had hated that about the previous psychologist. He had brought his personal life into this office. Clearly he used it as a means to try and endear himself onto his patients, but it wasn’t something that worked with Donovan. The only personal touch this office had were the plants that were scattered about. They made the office more aesthetically pleasing, and more relaxing without being imposing. It was a personal touch, without being too forward. Donovan rather approved of it. Takeshi seemed to keep a professional attachment from his patients while at the same time, appearing to endear himself to them. Already Donovan preferred this man over his predecessor. His gaze returned to the man watering his plants before he knocked his knuckle against the door to announce his presence.
  22. One cup per patient had the nerves alive and well in Takeshi. Five cups into his day and Takeshi was starting to consider asking for a rotating door to his office instead of the typical sliding metal and glass. 'Maybe I should write in for that'. The idea made Takeshi chuckle to himself, thinking that maybe having something more unorthodox would help lesson the tension for his patients, and himself. Takeshi Jimenez, only 23 at the time, had just started working as the districts lead psychiatrist only for a few months now, replacing the last one who had left for unexplained reasons. But, despite this, his rosewood desk was already littered with notes, books and patient profiles. Most of the patients were "manageable", but Takeshi was not specifically trained for dealing with police officers or military personnel. In his few months there Takeshi had realized that there was a large difference between those in active service and those who were retiring or about to. The former was incredibly reluctant to share their thoughts or feelings about their situations, usually resulting to platitudes while the latter was far more willing an eager to share their thoughts and feelings. It definitely made Takeshi's job more difficult. From the way some of the cops and detectives looked at him, Takeshi was beginning to suspect they did not trust him. Perhaps because he was the guy looking at their heads on behalf of their employer. That would make sense, Takeshi reasoned, as he glanced at the time on his arm comp. The time was almost 5:30pm, thirty minutes after his next patients scheduled break. Between the exit of his previous patient and now, Takeshi had grabbed himself another cup of coffee to accompany him in tidying up his office. There was a large rectangle of a window that took up one side of the office, looking out onto the streets of Mega-City One, adjacent to it was a set of windows that looked into the bustling hallway. Out of consideration, Takeshi usually kept that set of windows covered with blinds, for the privacy of his patients. On the wall behind his desk was a single bookshelf filled with academic journals and scholarly texts, all pertaining to different forms of evaluation or observations of the mind. Between his desk and the empty wall on the other side were two chairs an a small couch of maroon and warm brown colors. Save for the white walls and large windows, Takeshi's office was furnished to be as earthly in color as possible, per his request, in hopes that exposing his patients to something less mechanical might relax them. He even bought his own plants to keep around the place, with some petunias on his desk and a variation of zz plants and lucky bamboo sprawled across that empty wall that lingered across from his desk. Whenever he left his office, Takeshi would leave classical music to play softly for his plants, thinking that they enjoyed the soothing waves of the old music. Now Takeshi was well into cleaning up the office, moving his papers and files into neat stacks and placing books back into their proper places. Of course, he made sure to bookmark places of interest with note ridden sticky notes regarding previous patients. He took another sip from his coffee, grimaced at its lack of flavor, his own fault, and began to water and hum to his plants as he went over the next patients file in his head. Donovan Lyvon, once a beat-cop and now a precinct detective, was to be Takeshi's newest patient. Takeshi had seen the stunning young blonde around Authority HQ before but they hardly had a reason to interact. It felt strange to Takeshi, at first, to know more about his clients than they did him before they even walked through the door. But working at Authority HQ for a few months had started to desensitize Takeshi to what would otherwise be an invasion of privacy. It was just a part of the job after all. From what Takeshi could understand from Mr. Lyvon's profile, the young man was a bit of an aloof prodigy. The guy had only been on the police force maybe a year and he was already being promoted to a detective and had even married despite his young age. From what Takeshi had seen, to be a beautiful woman too, although Takeshi doubted her depth as a person. But he would reserve judgment until he had a clearer picture of the two. Takeshi tended to be quick to jump to conclusions just from seeing a single picture and because of his education, so he did his best to remain open to new observations to counteract this disposition of his. Mr. Lyvon, outside of his new partner and wife, did not seem to have any friends at the precinct, which was definitely strange. Most officers had a sense of commendatory between each other and, while Takeshi was not about to doubt that Mr. Lyvon felt some sort of kinship with his follow officers, Takeshi could not help but wonder if that was actually the case. All-in-all, Takeshi knew that Mr. Lyvon was rather cold and distant to just about anyone and, because of his quick accession of the ranks, that there had to be an intense mind behind that chilled demeanor. He would definitely be a hard egg to crack. . .But Takeshi was lost in thought as he hummed to his plants and pondered his new patient. Unaware of Donovan's approach. Very professional. . .
  23. Matty

    MegaCity 1

    The sun had barely started to intrude its way through the shutters of Takeshi's apartment when his arm computer had pinged him for its HERO OS update. Groggy and still half asleep, he couldn't be bothered to check the ping and slapped the arm band to shut it off before shoving his arm back under his pillow. It was Takeshi's day off after all so his still foggy mind was quick to reason that he had forgotten to turn his alarm off and promptly fell back to sleep. Days off for Takeshi meant abstinence from the arm comp. in the morning. The thing had become associated with so much more than just himself, constantly being pinged by Authority HQ for new issues or patients, the news network and more. It tended to be a source of stress more than anything else for the young man. The only thing he had to look forward to on that thing was usually his gacha game updates. Of course, abstaining from the body locked computer was ill-advised for any grown adult in Mega-City One which lead Takeshi to sometimes wonder what the arm computers for Mega-City Two were like, and if their lives were as dependent on the things as much as his was. A few hours passed until Takeshi was pushing his nude form up from his bed, forcing the inertia out of his bones an into something more fitting of an adult of his stature. His hair was a wild mess, plastered to one side of his yawning face with his back hunched over. Takeshi stared at his art covered wall, second guessing whether or not he should have stayed up to play games with his friends back in the outer city. With a groan Takeshi reluctantly jumped from his bed, forcing his body into some sort of motion. He arched his back, spreading his arms over his head as his second yawn for the morning broke from him before starting his morning routine. The precious coffee maker, a hand-me-down from his mother, was purely analog with three chambers to it. One for the hot water, another for the coffee grounds and the third for the mix to boil up into. It only took somewhere around five minutes to boil into a couple of cups which was more than enough time for Takeshi to get in his "work out". It wasn't anything grand like Authority HQ had suggested since Takeshi leaned more on the lazy side of life, opting instead for a few sit ups, push ups and a good-morning stretch. The first cup of coffee was usually his breakfast and would wait for him outside of his shower while the second cup would either wait for him to come home from work or, on his days off, serve as company to a good-morning gaming session. Nothing got the blood pumping and the brain firing for Takeshi like couple of matches in his favorite fighting game. But the cabin fever never failed as it started to fill him with a lingering sense of anxiety. Takeshi couldn't tell if it was just too much coffee or the strain of responsibility that gave him that daily feeling but it was there with him just as much as any other feeling was. Takeshi's apartment was. . .homely. It was far from impressive as it was small and boxy in design but, despite this, he did do his best to make the most of it. The bedroom was only separated from the rest of the apartment by the bathroom and a hallway where, beyond it, was the living room that shared the same room with the kitchen. Luckily, Takeshi had a small balcony that came out from the living room where he could people watch whenever he stepped out to take care of his petunias. While he wasn't as involved in the local art scene as he was back in his University days, Takeshi tried his best to support the up-and-coming local artist by adorning the walls of his apartment in their works. Some were abstract, with a myriad of colors or simply monochromatic while others were portraits of the artists friends, landscapes or photographs of generic city settings. Takeshi didn't have to live in such a cramped space what with his healthy check from Authority HQ. Psychiatrists, especially by Authority HQ, were in high demand as the sophistication and complexity of society lead to more and more stress related illnesses, but he had figured that it was best to save his money while he didn't need to spend so much. In fact, he was hoping to save up to open a Psychiatric firm of his own one day. He had started to make another pot of coffee for his looming trip outdoors when he finally noticed the flashing red notification light on his chrome arm comp. Takeshi rolled his eyes, sighed, and tapped the device to life. To his surprise, the user interface had completely changed. Sort of. "Well it's 'bout time!" Takeshi exclaimed to himself. "Oh! This was went off this morning?" Takeshi wanted to dive into the new features, to appreciate all the new bells and whistled the UI had. Takeshi was a bit of a geek when it came to little things like that and had been asking for a UI update on the forums for almost a year now. While the changes were simple, mostly cosmetic, he greatly appreciated the new colors, smoother animations as well as the new chimes that came from interacting with it. Nothing looked out of place, which was nice to know. The last time he had received an update the changes had moved all of his files and load orders out of place. He had to spend hours fixing things because of that. Instead, the only thing that was different beyond the aesthetics was the version update in the top left corner that read "HERO OS" and a single file located underneath it. Takeshi quickly poked the file with all of the curiosity that one could manage and then suddenly stopped, the glee and color dropping his face. ". . .The hell?"
  24. @Matty I really don't see why not. Would love to have our characters interact with one another. Donovan isn't the type to easily make friends anyway lol He tends to keep people at arms length, other than his family.
  25. Howdy all! I'm new to rp an am looking forward to roleplaying with ya'll ^^ I had a couple of questions for some players? @Neptune I was wondering if it would be okay with you if Donovan & Takeshi had a professional relationship, what with Takeshi being the Authority HQ's Psychiatrist, making the two familiar with one anothers excistince/job but not friends? I was thinking this could also give some opportunities for character development/presentation in the rp via dialogue in the two's sessions together. @Ice Queen I read that your chara wants to become a doctor and is still attending college, so I was wondering if it would be okay with you that Lilian and Takeshi had attended some classes together until he had graduated before she did, making the two acquainted but not having had spoken since Takeshi moved to the inner city?
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