Info Example Fight

[Larsi]

This thread will serve as an example of how to RP in the RPG.

I will RP as Captain Kuro and Mr. 5 for this.

Captain Kuro:
This is him talking.
This is his actions
This is his thoughts


Mr. 5
"This is him talking"
*This is his actions*
-This is his thoughts-


(This is my comments on things that I do throughout the fight)

These are examples of how to differentiate your actions, speech and thoughts. This is recommended, as to not cause confusion. Of course, you may use other means as well, such as different fonts or colors. If you do use colors, you need to make sure they are easily readable in all of Thriller Bark's themes.

RP works in 'turns'. Person A posts, Person B posts. That is one turn. Person A posts, Person B posts, Person A posts, Person B posts. That is two turns. Or if there are more than two people:
Person A posts, Person B posts, Person C posts. That is one turn.

This following fight is 19 posts long, with two contestants. Kuro had 10 turns, while Mr. 5 had 9 turns.


It's recommended that your post length is at least as long as the ones below. The reason they are so short is because I am RPing both sides. If two people RPed against each other, there should be much more detail. I have seen RP posts as long as 10k symbols, not that that is something you should aim for. Just make sure that your posts are engaging and fun to read, as well as clear on what you are doing.

 

[Larsi]

(if an image of the setting of the area does not already exist in the thread, it is smart to include one)

Spoiler

Level 25
25 x 5 =125
Strength: 30+4
Speed: 46+4
50x2=100
-Reaction: 40
-Movement: 60
Vitality 24+4=28
28x2=56
-Durability: 28
-Stamina: 28
Martial Arts: 25
25x2=50
-Black Cat Style: 50

(always start your first post with your stats)

It was a beautiful day in Syrup Village. The sun was shining, and children were playing happily. It was almost enough to make him throw up. Out of old habit, Klahadore the butler pushed his glasses up to his eyes using the palm of his hands. His slick, black hair went perfectly with his custom tailored suit. With a last glance out the open window, he moved to close them shut. However as his hands touched the frames, he saw something from his high perch on the hill that worried him. He felt the wood in the frames crunch as he grabbed them with his full strength.

Klahadore-sama! Is everything alright? (if you RP someone else than your character speaking, it is smart to differentiate their voices.

The voice coming from just behind him, snapped the butler back to the present. Taking a moment to gather himself, Klahadore the butler turned around to face his master, Kaya-sama. Forcing himself to smile, he thought that soon this dreadful farce would be over. But he had to make sure there would be no interference before them. Of course Kaya-sama. I was simply admiring the view, it is quite beautiful as you know.

Y- yes, but-

Now if you will excuse me, my lady. I have a few more errands before nightfall. Do not wait up for me. With the grace of a cat, Klahadore bowed before his bedridden 'master'. Not letting her object, he simply walked out the door towards his own chambers. Half way down the stairs he passed Merry, but did not spare the servant a single glance. A few moments later he threw up the door to his living quarters. With a few quick strides he stood by the side of his bed, resting on his right knee. From under the bed he pulled a dusty old chest. Producing a key from within his suit jacket, he quickly unlocked the box. A shiver went down his spine as his eyes saw the two gloves that laid by themselves in the chest, blades attached to each finger. Gingerly he picked them both up and put them inside his jacket, hiding them from view. Locking the chest once more, he pocketed his key once more before quickly exiting the room, leaving it by the end of his bed. As he closed his door, he heard footsteps approaching.

Miss Kaya was asking about you-

Klahadore cut Merry off with a wave. I will see the lady tomorrow. Right now I have urgent business to take care of. See to that she has what she needs, will you not? With that he left the bumbling servant in the dark of the corridor, striding out the house. He needed to be at the shore when the ship landed, or who knows what could happen? His plan was too far along to fail!

 

[Larsi]

Spoiler

Level 30
30 x 5 = 150
Strength: 40+6=46
Speed: 40+6=46
46x2=92
-Reaction:46
-Movement:46
Vitality: 30+6=36
36x2=72
-Durability:36
-Stamina:36
Devil Fruit: 40

"Are we there yet you useless shits?"

*Mr 5 kicked one of the billions working on the deck across the face, creating an explosion that sent the man flying across the deck and crashing into the wall of the ship. Dead silence fell over the ship.*

"Well?"

"Sir, we can see the island just up front!" *Another million stammered, his head lowered in fear. As it should be. Pitiful excuses for soldiers. He should have brought some billions along instead, or even Miss Valentine.
That damn Mr. 0, sending him on a mission to this godforsaken place. Breaking free from his thoughts he leaned over the side of the boat ahead, where sure enough an island was slowly growing in the distance.*

"Well, I'll be in my cabin until we land."


*Half an hour passed, and Mr. 5 thought maybe he should go kick some more sense into them for taking so long, when he heard a sharp knock on the door.* "Come in."

"Sir we are about to make land."

"About time. I'll be out in a moment." *With that, the million nodded and gently closed the door. Taking a deep breath, Mr 5 stood up and walked over to the mirror on the wall. He wasn't too pleased with his presentation,
but it would have to make due he thought, pulling his fingers through his thick, curly hair. Stealing a glance out the window, he saw the sun was still shining. Deciding it might be too warm, he at least unbottoned his coat in the front.*

*A few minutes later, the Baroque Works agent stepped onto the shore of the island.*

Spoiler

-Kick Bomb (足爆 (キッキーボム) Kikku Bomu?): The user kicks their opponent, detonating their leg on impact. They can do the same with their arm.

(always post descriptions of techniques used in spoilers, at least the first time they are used in the same fight)

 

[Larsi]

Klahadore came to a stop at the top of the hill up from the beach. Just as he feared, the ship had made land already, but it did not seem like they had gotten much further. They also had yet to notice him. Should he stay hidden or-? No. These were mere thugs. If needed he could stop them himself. Planting his feet firmly, he once again pushed his glasses up to his face, using the palm of his hand.

(using a picture to more clearly paint a picture of what you are doing may help. though mostly using text to describe your actions is recommended.)

You there, what brings you to Syrup Village? His eyes scanned the crowd, looking for the leader. There. The tall man in the coat with a 5 sewn onto the chest giving orders.

 

[Larsi]

"Finish fastening the ship, for crying out loud! I want to be done with this damn mission as soon as possible!"

*Mr 5 had never been a patient man, and being in such a shit hole certainly didn't help. Then, as he was about to bark another command, another voice cut in. Who dared interrupt him? His eyes scanned his subordinates for whoever just spoke, but they seemed as confused as him. Lifting his gaze up the path that lead into the island, he saw him. A single man, clad in black stood tall, looking down on them. For a second his anger flared again, before he struck a chord. This man could maybe help him find his target. Stepping towards him, he motioned for his men to continue their work. Raising an open hand, he waved at the man standing atop the hill. Breathing in, he attempted to put on his best performance.*

"Hello good sir. How great to meet you just now!" *He bowed with all the grace he could muster, before raising his face to look at the man once more.* "Say, I am looking for an old friend of mine. Goes by the name of Kuro."

 

[Larsi]

Kuro. He had not heard that name in years, let alone be referred to by that name. Kuro was dead. At least to the world, and he meant for it to stay that way. He had no idea how they had found out his identity, but he would soon find out. Swift as a cat, he slipped his hands inside his coat, into the familiar feel of his claws. Pulling them out again, the sun was reflected in the ten blades extended from the tip of his fingers. Another shiver ran down his spine. It had been long since he had felt like this.

I will know where you heard that name and then I will have your life... His voice was cold as ice as he spoke to the other man, claws extended towards him.

 

[Larsi]

*Mr 5 had not expected much of a reaction to his words. And he might not have noticed if not for his trained eye. The man before him had tensed up upon hearing the name "Kuro" spoken. What this meant he did not know. He cocked his head as he watched the other man put his hands into his jacket, pulling out a plethora of blades.* "Men, to me."

*Without wait, the ten millions working on the ship dropped what they were working on and stepped up next to him. With a motion of his hand, he sent the order for them to charge the man. If he was his target, he should be able to take care of his millions rather easily, if not, he was not worthy of being part of Baroque Works. Either way, he was not by any means afraid of the man, simply cautious. As these thoughts went through his head, the ten foot soldiers brandishes swords, charging at the sole stranger.*

 

[Larsi]

As the small group of thugs charged towards him, Kuro dropped his arms down to his side, while letting his gaze fall to the ground as well. From there, he started to sway slightly from side to side. Faintly he heard the men in front of him yell their battle cries as they drew ever closer. How dare they? Who do they think they are that they can just come here and ruin all his carefully assembled plans. He felt a cold rage building up from within. He barely even heard the voices of his intruders any more. Raising his arms ever so slightly, while still swaying, his gaze shot up at the men who were only a few feet away from him now, blood lust filling their eyes. Then, to their primal eyes, Kuro seemed to simply disappear.

It probably happened faster than they could comprehend. Kuro was moving so fast he could not make out his enemies. But it did not matter, for they would all die. He savored their screams as his claws dug into them. He had already cut ten of them, and he was now searching his final target. There. He could barely make out the figure. With speeds unknown to the regular man, Kuro charged at the silhouette.(Killing fodders without whoever controlling them's permission is ok as long as your stats easily allow it. However if it was a named NPC, you are not allowed to control them in any way.)

Spoiler

Stealth Foot(抜き足 Nuki Ashi?, literally meaning "Stealth Foot") is the user's ability to move at superhuman speeds, at about 100 meters in 4 to 5 seconds, almost looking like they teleported. He initiates this move by performing several quick foot movements to propel himself to another location, much like the Soru technique, except that the movements of his feet are more noticeable, suggesting that this ability is a rudimentary form of Soru.

This skill is such that at full speed the user is only able to be seen as a vague blur or by the damage their attacks cause. While the pinnacle of their speed is considered superhuman and matching that of the Soru technique, their weakness — being unable to tell what he is hitting — puts them at a setback against other superhuman-speed users who can tell what they are striking. The user can partially counter this flaw by their indifference to what they strike down, feeling remorseless in killing their subordinates.

 

[Larsi]

*He moved fast. Very fast. Mr 5 could barely make it out as he cut his men in pieces. Useless trash. He considered calling the rest of them, but no. He needed them to steer the ship back. It was beautiful in a way, the way their blood flew in arcs through the air, splattering across the ground. Then, the blur started moving towards Mr. 5, before the first man had even hit the ground. -This has to be Kuro.- Digging a finger into his nose, he quickly pulled out a booger, flicking it towards his foe just before he reached him. The distance between them had been too much for a simple rush.*

"Nose Fancy!" *Should the booger touch Kuro, it would explode, hopefully sending the man flying.*

Spoiler

-Nose Fancy Cannon (鼻空想砲 (ノーズファンシーキャノン) Nōzu Fanshī Kyanon?): The user digs a dried mucus out of their nose and flicks it at the opponent. The snot explodes on contact with the opponent and creates a surprisingly large blast.

 

[Larsi]

Kuro was moving too fast to see anything clearly, but it shouldn't matter, he was confident in his own stren- BOOM! His face exploded, shattering his glasses and sending him flying backwards, crashing into the ground.

Sliding across the dirt, he came to a halt after a few meters. He could barely feel his face, and struggled to see, yet not because of his lack of glasses. His ears were ringing, and he could faintly hear the voice of the other man, yet he could not make out the words. As he laid there, he raised his left hand to his face, wiping blood away with his glove. Little by little, his hearing and vision returned to him. What was that? Who are you? Was this... fear? He had not felt such a thing in years...

 

[Larsi]

"Are you dead, you moron?" *The agent spoke mockingly at he stopped sliding across the ground. No, there he moved. Not bad. Few people took such an attack straight on and lived to tell the tale. Mr. 5 waited while the man who seemed to be his target gathered himself. Wouldn't do to kill him now, would it? Then, still seemingly shaken up, his adversary spoke up. With a grin on his face, the agent happily obliged.* "I was sent here by the leader of our organization, Baroque Works, to recruit a promising fellow that he said should be hiding on this very island. It seems that is you. You are invited to join our ranks of bounty hunting."

 

[Larsi]

As his foe spoke, Kuro took advantage of this time given to him to stand up. He could see as good as one could expect without ones glasses, and it would have to do. He had to be more careful of whatever that explosion was. His thoughts raced through a few plans, before finally deciding what to do. Without a moment's hesitation he charged forwards, straight at the man, but not so fast that he could not make out his actions this time. Arms outstretched, he extended his claws as if ready to strike him. However, when only a few meters away he ducked and darted sideways, before lunging at his foe's left side, swinging his right arm at his torso horizontally. I have no intention of ever setting sail again!

 

[Larsi]

*Mr. 5 sighed as his target charged at him once more.* -Had he really come all this way for nothing?-

"Fuck's sake..." *He muttered under his breath as the man he now had to kill charged at him. There was something different about his style this time. He couldn't possibly be up to the same again, could he? Regardless, he charged explosive energy into his right fist, preparing for whatever was coming. Just before he came into range, the agent moved to throw a seemingly normal punch at his foe. However, he was too slow, for he was already next to him. His speed was too fast... the only thing Mr. 5 could do was throw up his left arm to hopefully block the worst of the damage from the attack. He felt the knives digging into his flesh in multiple spots up and down his arm. He bit his teeth together, holding back the pain as blood flew in front of his face. At the same time, hoping to counter attack he launched his right fist towards the torso of his opponent, or so he hoped. Should it make contact with anything, it would create a sizable explosion.*(Mr. 5 can't react better to Kuro's speed, since his reaction speed is quite a bit lower than Kuro's movement speed.)

 

[Larsi]

He felt a sense of relief as his attack was successful, and his confidence started to return. He could do this. As he saw the counter attack come in, he raised his left hand to block with his blades. However, as the two of them made contact, something strange happened. Acting purely on instinct as he saw a strange light erupt from the man's fist, Kuro tried to duck. BOOM! Once again he felt the shock of an explosion travel throughout his body, but not as serious this time. He could however feel his hand being blasted away, and something fly over his head. Once the initial blast had passed he jumped back, distancing himself from his foe. He allowed his eyes to drift to his hand, which felt like he had several broken bones in. All five of his blades were gone, destroyed. Must have been what flew over his head. What are you? (since Kuro had no idea about his DF powers, there was little reason to be more cautious than he already was)

 

[Larsi]

*Mr. 5 could not help but be impressed by the reaction of his foe, as he would have had multiple blades embedded into his face had he not ducked just then. As his foe was busy jumping away from him, the agent picked another booger from his nose, holding it atop his index finger. Once more he waited for his foe to speak.* "Have you never heard of devil fruits?" *He chuckled at the notion, surely he must have. As he chuckled, he flicked the booger, sending it flying at his foe once more. Should it make impact with him, or the ground, it would explode just like before.* "Nose Fancy!"

 

[Larsi]

Devil fruit? He had heard of those before, but he simply assumed they were myths. Shit! Not again! There was no time for this. Rolling sideways, he let the projectile fly past him. A split second later, a BOOM! could be heard from behind. So that was what he had done before. Interesting. With that in mind, Kuro charged forward once more. his last five claws extended, ready to bite into flesh. With his free hand, ignoring the pain it was in, he grabbed hold of his coat. Just like before, he waited until just before reaching his foe, before darting sideways. Like last time, he went for his foe's left side, as it was now injured and easier to defend. However the other man might be surprised to not be attacked by blades, but instead Kuro had simply thrown his jacket. While throwing himself sideways again, Kuro had quickly ripped off his jacket, and it was now mid air flying towards the agent's face.

Meanwhile, Kuro himself had not stopped and was now directly behind the man, swinging his claws towards his foe's back, hoping to cut him deeply.

 

[Larsi]

-He really didn't know? What a fucking waste...- *It seemed Kuro was intent on repeating the same action as before, since his left arm was now injured. He would learn to not underestimate him like this. Such a minor thing as these cuts would not be enough to stop him from using his arm as a weapon. Charging both his arms with explosive energy, he preemptively swung his arm left, biting through the pain of moving it. However, what met him was not his opponent, but rather a wall of black. -Clothes? What the he-- He felt sharp pains as the blades cut into his back. -Behind!- Swinging his right arm backwards, he hoped to make contact with Kuro. Should he do so, it would explode.*

*Mr. 5 felt the knives dig even deeper into him, just as his arm touched something, exploding outwards. Following that, he felt the blades being forcefully ripped from his body, as his foe was most likely sent flying. He tried to turn around, but trying to move made his knees buckle. Falling to his knees, he looked at the ground beneath him, where from seemingly nowhere a large pool of blood was suddenly expanding, dying the ground dark red. He tried to speak, but that simply resulted in him coughing up more blood. His chest felt heavy.* -What the fuck? I'm gonna die in this godforsaken dump? Unbelievable...- *He couldn't breathe, and his vision was starting to go blurry. Finally his strength gave up and he collapsed.*

 

[Larsi]

Was I successful? He had no idea. He could no longer feel his arm. A quick glance down let him know why. His arm was twisted and dangling loosely from his shoulder. Must have broken every bone in the arm. He had come to a stop against the walls of the passage up from the beach. He watched as his foe crumbled, his stomach spewing out way too much blood. Good. Then, he collapsed. A sense of relief filled Kuro. Then it shattered as he heard voices from the beach. Turning his head, he saw more of the man's men leaving the ship, heading up towards them. What now?

Then it dawned on him. Stop right there! Miraculously they listened, their eyes going back and forth between Kuro and their boss, expressions shifting between confusion, fear and anger. You will leave this island. You will tell your boss that Kuro does not wish to join your "Baroque Works". I will kill any of you who come back here. Or... Pushing himself off the ground took all he had, and as he stood he knew he had no chance against them, but this was his only option. I just kill you now, like I did your officer.

Beat it! He spat, scaring the soldiers, who turned tail and ran down to the ship. A few minutes later they would be gone.

How am I going to explain all this? He was not even sure if he was talking about his injuries or the corpses. He could not help but laugh.