The Palace of Role Play

Tiny gal there!

She definitely has my interest, moreso than Kujo. I was a bit confused at the part over being upset at reploids because of her parents yet still being unaware of their true, though I suppose it's understandable enough that she was still effectively seperated from them, given implication of what happened. Her ire being aimed specifically at combat reploids seemed a bit on the nose, but I like the idea of a little possible conflict between team members. I hesitate at the thought of there being a full-scale war in the time between Ragnarok and the present, but a major maverick conflict would certainly fit. Overall she has a tough history and something to prove, which I like (as much as I nitpick).

The drones are sounding acceptable for the intelligence gathering. And the vehicles that function as a mobile bases or construction areas seem in line with some of what I had in mind for stuff going on the caravan and at base camp--vehicles that work as temporary buildings. I like the thought that she can try to set up forward bases in areas. I am wondering about the necessity of the two vehicles though, particularly the construction yard, unless that's more for helping Dr. Love.

I'll get back to you tomorrow after I've had some sleep, I may have a definite, better thought-out thought by then--though I also wouldn't mind hearing some rebuttals.

Looking good--both on the front of discussing drops/calls and strikes, and with this character idea.

"Dr. Love" is looking good--I like that you decided to try for a character with pacifistic tendencies with him.

I look forward to seeing your write up for the field operator.

GUess I'm a bit late on this, but thanks coming in and showing an interest! Hopefully you'll have a good time around here.

Well I'll say, the idea of a character like this came as a surprise to me, but he has my interest. I do have some questions about him.

Most of his personality and history looks acceptable, but I'm curious about his interest in weapons engineering--do you think he might excercise that interest here? Possibly appraising or designing weapons?

And then there's the abilities. These were the especially big surprise for me, seeing an emphesis on being able to call in support. It is something that looks interesting as far as a concept, though I worry about the effectiveness of such a character. Calling in vehicular strikes or support, or being able to air lift in reinforcements or supplies sound impressive, but I'm not sure they will always be effective. I like the thought of being able to bring in more dimensions of combat with things like multiple troops or vehicles.

I wonder though about implementation of some of these things--do you imagine yourself controlling all these troops if they are dropped, or would they be more along the line of NPCs? I also find myself questioning the idea of calling in support being his main set of abilities. What makes him more useful for calling in support compared to other characters? For example, is he gonna be carrying around something like a laser designator? Is he particularly good at planning, judging distances and figuring out how to best fire some weaponry? I ask because otherwise I see a possible risk of him being something like a middle-man to reach support like that.

Sightseer grumbled as the little filly asked her questions.

"I'd like to hear this as well," the guard spoke up, a twinge of a smirk on his face.

Orbis looked at Sightseer wide-eyed, his implicit question there as well. Sightseer sighed.

"Look, sometimes I need to get places. Sometimes those places are hard to get to. Sometimes because they're locked and I don't have time to call a locksmith, for example."

Orbis cocked on eye at her reasoning. Even he was finding this rather suspicious.

"I am licensed to do these sorts of things," Sightseer hastily added, "Look."

The unicorn pointed to a plastic piece that had been dumped out from her bags.

"Look, there's my license. Just give it a look," she asked of the guard.

The stoic stallion did as he was asked, trotting over to look .

"Authorization from Manehatten... You're a long way from home," the guard commented.

"I-it's still valid though?" Sightseer asked.

"Maybe."

"Maybe?" Orbis finally chimed in.

"Maybe," the guard affirmed, looking firmly at Orbis for a moment.

A brief pause.

"I will need to verify this first. You can either stay here or come with me. Either way, I'm confiscating your belongings," the guard went on before looking at Orbis and Caramel, "And you two will be considered to be with her as well."

Sightseer and Orbis found themselves stunned for a moment.

Dyna crossed her arms and gave Raphael the stink eye as he suggested the idea of sharing what was left. They'd gone through the effort of hunting for themselves, what had these villagers done to deserve a piece of their share? They'd done nothing but but show animosity and useless friendliness. The kill probably had more than enough to go around, yeah, but... Dyna really did not want to share with the villagers after how they had acted. She felt inclined to agree with Louisa.

"Do you honestly think I went chasing after dinner just to give it away?" Dyna snarled.

"W-wait, please, reconsider travelers," the gizamon spoke up, holding his clawed forelimbs together like he was clasping hands looking, looking between Dyna and Louisa, "We would be eternally grateful for some charity, any extra scrap you could provide for us."

"Charity..." the Torn betamon snorted, speaking low, "How gullible are you that you honestly think they would be charitable? It's obviously a trick. Getting us indebted to them so we're forced to repay them."

Dyna's leer changed to the Torn betamon.

"Repay? Yeah, because you obviously have a lot to pay with," the enesmon responded with a dose of sarcasm.

"Don't play dumb with me. You want slaves! What, you think we don't see it because you--" the betamon pointed a talon at Raphael "--are playing Mister Nice Guy? We know what's going on. You'll get us in debt and make us pay for every scrap of meat, plus interest, plus whatever other meals we get while we try work a debt off, just like everyone else was. Don't think we're so stupid that we can't catch on to this game by now!"

Dyna's expression went from angry, to angry and confused.

"Th' heck are you even talking about?"

The mechaniloid Fale aimed for was successfully hit, damaging the troop's optics. It tried to return fire, , but it's aim was way off, hitting a wall next to Fale. The next took at Fale, firing off a stream of shots as a third stepped in, raising it's weapon and opend fire as well.

Outside, Haizea continued to run about, trying to dodge, managing to fire off the occasional shot. She had always been a capable combat reploid, thankfully. She was not practically a walking tank like some were, stuffed to the gills with weapons and armor. Maneuverability had generally been her stronger suit--though, it wasn't like she totally lacked armor.

It was for such a reason that Haizea was glad she could dodge much of the incoming fire, though there were some unfortunate hits... For the most part, they were just chipping off sections of her armor, but a couple were managing to bite through to more vital sections of her body.

She had managed to take out seven more of the support troops with well placed and timed charged charges, but some shots to her arms were starting to cause problems. The mechaniloid's curtain fire strategy was working, and started to damage some parts of Haizea's arm, throwing off her aim. Another of her charge shots landed uselessly at the feet of a mechaniloid, uselessly scorching the floor.

Haizea noticed more troops moving in to go after Fale, and immediately fired a few regular shots in their direction--but they again again uselessly hit the floor behind them as they went in.

The reploid was starting to grow frustrated. Three troops, one damaged, were confronting Fale, and a couple more looked like they were raring to go in, just outside the door...

Dyna simply grunted and nodded at Raphael's plan of action. She did not know how squeemish or alarmed these digimon would be by their kill, but better safe than sorry. She didn't directly follow Raphael, figuring he didn't seem the sort to hide it someplace all for himself, but she did wait on him to make his entrance. Seemed a little more believable somehow if they came in around the same time.

In the time that took, the hunter sighed to herself. She wasn't so bothered about returning to her native form and leaving Sangloupmon. It was something she was getting used to. There was in part some frustration over needing to worry about what the other digimon thought. A petty anger about needing to worry so much about the interaction, being diplomatic with the native digimon.

At least he's able to take care of some of that... He can be polite all he wants.

Hearing Raphael's voice, Dyna finally stepped forward through the tree line to enter the village, putting on a smirk she fealt matched that of an accomplished hunter. The news of a successful hunt had drawn surprised looks from the villagers who were now looking upon Rapahel

Dyna could hear Louisa as she approached though, and her smirk disapeared. The Torn betamon sneared at Louisa's refusal of her offer.

"They what," Dyna stated flatly, emerging into the coversation.

Dyna's eyes locked onto the Leader, the pathetic gizamon shrinking back from her gaze.

"You said you'd get us fruit."

"I tried!" the gizamon tried to defend himself.

Dyna leered at the digimon. Where did he get off trying to making excuses like that?

"He did try..." the Gray betamon quietly spoke, "It shouldn't have said he could though. He knew better."

The gizamon looked at his gray partner with a look of betrayal.

"So you admit--" Dyna started before being interrupted.

"I'm not admitting anything!" the Gray shouted back, his sudden burst of volume suprising Dyna.

The Grey betamon looked between the travelers.

"You hunted for what you need right? Then you don't need our fruit. If you do, then just cough up the bits already! Don't expect us to bleed money for you!" he declared.