- Location
- Hyperborea
Process/Jaune
You heard it here first folks
Wait, I thought the real ship for this quest was Jaune/brain damage.
Hold It In (RWBY/Transistor)
- Thread starter Prok
- Start date
- Crossover
Prok
Go play Star Fetchers
- Location
- Scotland
It's the token yandere option.
Anyway, votes so far seem to be swordsmanship, Cache(), Ping(), Ada and your new QA job! Votes will close tomorrow night, and the update will be up on Thursday!
Huge thank you to @Sivantic for... their help tallying votes, since I've apparently chosen the most horrific way of doing this possible for the native tally program.
I'll need to try and figure out how to streamline the vote so it doesn't just sit there and scream at me when it tries to figure out what I want from it.
The Grey Mage
Certified Team Flare Hater
- Location
- Parallel Universe 43-j
I don't usually ship. But when I do, I ship Lancaster.
E: But I can't really see Arkos happening in this quest. You know how Pyrrha gets around sentient supercomputers.
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- Location
- Hell
Aww you are sweet~
As long as you keep a yandere option, I am always ready to help~<3
Now as to the Tally, if you want to continue the mass general tally, then I suggest you cut out a lot of the words or give a catchy phrase. You can still have descriptions, just keep them off the actual vote options themselves. Additionally, give the option of not choosing as well for those that do not want to include that.
For instance instead of
[] Socialize - Talking to people and such and other
-[] A - first person on the list
-[] B - Always comes in second
[] Training - Doing things for some reason
-[] A - always start with this
-[] B - this can come in later
and ending up with the mess you have now, try this
[] Socialize - A
[] Socialize - B
[] Training - A
[] Training - B
[] Training - None
That makes it much easier to parse what won and what did not.
Alternatively, you a have things in separate votes when something has to be included in a vote. Here leaving things short is less important since they are separated out more.
[] [Socialize] A needs to talk
[] [Socialize] B wants to argue
[] [Trainining] A is important
[] [Trainining] B is also important
Which seperates all the options and gives you the top winning option in each field.
- Location
- Jaburo
Arkos may be dead, but it's also canon.
I guess you could call that a... Pyrrhic victory.
I guess you could call that a... Pyrrhic victory.
- Location
- A state of cleverness
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaah and I got carded in Hawaii, the motto of which might as well be "fuckit, have a margarita". And this was WITH a week of not shaving because Hawaii. I'd say it's a family thing but it's not.
Eh, the act of shipping is mostly simple fun. The problem is that, when you participate in fandom at the level of SV/SB/FFN/etc. you're past the boundaries of normally liking something and in the territory of the True Believers. It's the same headspace that creates football hooligans, New Age cultists and politicians, and those TB types ruin the fun for everyone. The solution is mindfulness and keeping the pairing from getting caught up with your online identity, and while it's weird that it happens in the first place that's tribal social animals for you.
What is dead may never... wait a second, that's GoT. (spoiler alert: Jaune's totally getting Cinder'd at some point)Arkos may be dead, but it's also canon.
I guess you could call that a... Pyrrhic victory.
I suggest cutting out the mass general tally and just going for either a plan format w/ moratorium or staggering the vote.
Plan format has players propose whole plans of action that get taken together. No by-line votes. They need to have a name ("Plan Username" works, something pithy and relevant is better), and to lay out the actions they want to take. Example:
[X] Befriending Cream
[X] Go into town (x2)
[X] Work playtesting
[X] Work spreadsheets
[X] Train Athletics
[X] Program Ping()
[X] Go into town (x2)
[X] Work playtesting
[X] Work spreadsheets
[X] Train Athletics
[X] Program Ping()
The moratorium is there so that everyone has the chance to present arguments before one plan snowballs into being unstoppable. So basically "discussion first and then vote on everything at once". I think this would work well where the quest is now.
Vote staggering is... well, you offer a list of options first (friends, work, town, other) and then ask how many slots people want to dedicate to training/programming. When that vote closes you can open a second vote for what goes into each slot.
Ex:
When this vote closes, you make a follow up vote showing what skills Jaune can practice and with what (if any) bonuses. You're free to work on the update while the threadin some alien dimension where things go the way I want said:
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ADeshantis
King on the Chromium Throne
- Location
- United states
All this hate for shippers and I'm just sitting here making my little mental charts of who seems like they're compatible with whom and what would allow X relationship or Y relationship to become a thing.
To be fair, though, I'm not one of the True Believer types, I don't think, since I don't scream like a monkey when people suggest ships I'm not a fan of.
To be fair, though, I'm not one of the True Believer types, I don't think, since I don't scream like a monkey when people suggest ships I'm not a fan of.
For instance, instead of screaming about how Lancaster isn't the "right" ship I just put forth my opinion that Jaune and Ruby are really better as friends and I'd rather not have that become the romance subplot because their friendship is more fun without trying to fill an archetype.
Prok
Go play Star Fetchers
- Location
- Scotland
Votes are now closed, and by the looks of it, Swordsmanship, Ada, Cache(), Ping(), and Hyper Arcade win!
I need 3d10, six d100 for the coding, nine d100 for the dream, and... eh, fuck it, let's speed things along- 3d40 for event rolls.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go back to curling up under my quilt until my migraine goes away. If you don't hear from me for the next two days, that's why.
I need 3d10, six d100 for the coding, nine d100 for the dream, and... eh, fuck it, let's speed things along- 3d40 for event rolls.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go back to curling up under my quilt until my migraine goes away. If you don't hear from me for the next two days, that's why.
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ChildishChimera
A umbran summon
- Location
- New York
Rolling 10
- Location
- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
Rolling events.
- Location
- USA
Need more pylons rolls for the dream.
Edit: Yeah that looks like my luck. Only high, low, or aggressively average.
Edit 2: And more jokes on SV's dice roller being low, the total for all the rolls were lower than the average (although I don't think it's to a statistically significant degree)
Edit: Yeah that looks like my luck. Only high, low, or aggressively average.
Edit 2: And more jokes on SV's dice roller being low, the total for all the rolls were lower than the average (although I don't think it's to a statistically significant degree)
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GLORIOUS SOLAR GRIMMSHIT
- Location
- Jaburo
Well, I'm not really 100% happy with it, but if I waited until I was, I'd probably never post it. And since posting it's the only way to get feedback and maybe become a less awful writer...
Like I said, not entirely happy with it. I feel like it probably wears some of my influences, as far as Exalted fanworks and crossovers go, on its sleeve. And I am absolutely awful at writing combat, but ah well.
EDIT = fixing some formatting issues.
EDIT 2 = taking advice and double spacing paragraphs for easier reading.
Your name is Jaune Arc, and today has been your most "interesting" day of your life.
First you were launched from a cliff without warning. Then, just when you were coming to terms with your imminent death, a spear pinned you to a tree by your hoodie. And then the pack of Beowolves showed up, because today just wasn't "interesting" enough yet. And now, the hood is starting to tear. Your thoughts go first to your mother. She'll be devastated to learn that she lost her son now, her brave little man, to the life of a Huntsman just like your father.
Your thoughts were jerked violently back into the now, when your hood finally let go, dropping you towards the forest floor. You'd likely break a leg on impact, certainly be overwhelmed and killed by the dozen or so Beowolves not long after landing. But in that moment of weightlessness, when all hope seemed gone, you decided that you would rather die fighting than whimpering up against a tree like some kind of useless coward.
You manage to get Crocea Mors free of its sheath, landing blade first into the back of one of the Beowolves. But now it's stuck, and the rest are charging you, and you don't have time to waste, so you grab the sheath, extending it out to a shield. Better than nothing at least. The first Beowolf jumps at you and you take its weight full on the shield. That was a mistake, you realize as that weight and momentum carry you to the ground, pinning you under your own defenses.
Plus side, your right arm was still pulling on your sword, and the sudden fall levered it free. With a shout of defiance that could in no way a girly scream of pure fear, you drive your now freed weapon into the side of the snapping, snarling abomination on top of you. Again. And again. And again. Until it stops moving. You dare to think that maybe, just maybe you can manage this, that maybe you won't die, when that hope is yanked out from under you, like a rug in an old cartoon.
The largest of the Beowolves snaps its jaws around your ankle, and whips you to the side, slamming you up against a tree. You lose your grip on your sword. You feel your ankle snap like a cheap toothpick. And then you don't feel anything below your waist anymore. The Grimm drops your limp body to the ground, and with a creeping dread, you realize that your back has been broken. But you remember the stories about father that you'd found in the library. The ones mother hadn't wanted you to know, lest you run off on some damn fool idealistic crusade and get yourself killed.
Jay Arc had never given up. According to what you could find, it had taken a massive force of Grimm to finally kill him, and he'd died defending evacuees, killing Grimm right up to his very last breath. He wouldn't have been killed by a few Beowolves in a forest, certainly not without a fight. And neither will you.
You could see where Crocea Mors had landed, only a few feet away. So you started to drag yourself with your arms. You may not have any real combat training, and your Aura may be dormant, but if there's one thing you do have going for you, you're strong for your age. As your fingers wrap around the hilt of your ancestral sword, one of the Grimm pins your arm down. Its mask draws close to your face, and you can smell death and decay in its breath. It seems to be mocking you. But you have had enough of being mocked, and with the last of your strength you punch it in the jaw. It looks almost confused, as the light fades from your sight.
Suddenly the dark is filled with a blinding light, and you hear a voice. Powerful and wise sounding. And it speaks to you, commands you.
Your eyes snap open, and you can feel your legs again. You hurt, but you can feel them. The clearing is bathed in that peculiar golden shade one only sees around sunrise. And the Grimm, for some reason, have drawn back from you. If you didn't know better, you'd say they looked afraid.
As you stand, you realize that you feel... different from before. You can't really describe it all that well, but Crocea Mors feels lighter, and far more natural in your hand. You no longer feel confused or awkward when you swing it, and your first slash takes a Beowolf's head clean off. The world seems almost to move in slow motion, your cuts rending the very air itself, and soon enough the entire pack falls before your unstoppable onslaught.
And then she arrives. The tall redhead from before. The one the lovely Ice Princess had berated you for not knowing. You struggle for a moment to remember her name. Pyrrha, that was it. Pyrrha Nikos. "Jaune? Is that you?" she asks, bringing you back to now, "What happened here?" She gestures to first the dissolving Grimm corpses, then you. You look down and see tears and cuts in your clothes, and the deep gouges in your armor. "And why are you glowing?"
"Glowing? I'm not glowi-"
When next you wake, Pyrrha is carrying you through the forest, humming some sort of a tune to herself. It's nice, but being carried is embarassing. "Uh, Pyrrha? I'm awake now, could you"
"Oh, right, I'm sorry." She puts you down, and awkwardly looks anywhere but at you as she tries to explain. "You fainted, and I couldn't just leave you there in a forest full of Grimm."
"It's uh, it's okay. But I'm, y'know, awake now. So I can walk."
"Sorry." She apologizes again. You would probably find the apologizing cute if you weren't busy worrying about just what that voice was.
"Say Pyrrha, you're rich, right?"
"Well, I wouldn't really say-" Again with the not looking at you. You don't know why, are you really so bad looking?
"So you went to a good school, right?"
"Oh, yes, of course."
"So have you ever heard anything about, a Huntsman's broken spine, mending itself? Some weird voice saying something about them being 'The Dawn' or anything like that?" You don't know what that was back there, but dammit you're going to find out.
"Not really Huntsmen or Huntresses as we know them, but there are some legends of ancient warriors suddenly gaining miraculous powers, and being bathed in the light of the sun. But historians say those are just stories. Exaggerated tales based on the first Huntsmen, an effort to explain the very first instances of activated Aura. Their miraculous powers just early Semblances."
Your name is Jaune Arc, and today has easily been the most interesting day of your entire life.
First you were launched from a cliff without warning. Then, just when you were coming to terms with your imminent death, a spear pinned you to a tree by your hoodie. And then the pack of Beowolves showed up, because today just wasn't "interesting" enough yet. And now, the hood is starting to tear. Your thoughts go first to your mother. She'll be devastated to learn that she lost her son now, her brave little man, to the life of a Huntsman just like your father.
Your thoughts were jerked violently back into the now, when your hood finally let go, dropping you towards the forest floor. You'd likely break a leg on impact, certainly be overwhelmed and killed by the dozen or so Beowolves not long after landing. But in that moment of weightlessness, when all hope seemed gone, you decided that you would rather die fighting than whimpering up against a tree like some kind of useless coward.
You manage to get Crocea Mors free of its sheath, landing blade first into the back of one of the Beowolves. But now it's stuck, and the rest are charging you, and you don't have time to waste, so you grab the sheath, extending it out to a shield. Better than nothing at least. The first Beowolf jumps at you and you take its weight full on the shield. That was a mistake, you realize as that weight and momentum carry you to the ground, pinning you under your own defenses.
Plus side, your right arm was still pulling on your sword, and the sudden fall levered it free. With a shout of defiance that could in no way a girly scream of pure fear, you drive your now freed weapon into the side of the snapping, snarling abomination on top of you. Again. And again. And again. Until it stops moving. You dare to think that maybe, just maybe you can manage this, that maybe you won't die, when that hope is yanked out from under you, like a rug in an old cartoon.
The largest of the Beowolves snaps its jaws around your ankle, and whips you to the side, slamming you up against a tree. You lose your grip on your sword. You feel your ankle snap like a cheap toothpick. And then you don't feel anything below your waist anymore. The Grimm drops your limp body to the ground, and with a creeping dread, you realize that your back has been broken. But you remember the stories about father that you'd found in the library. The ones mother hadn't wanted you to know, lest you run off on some damn fool idealistic crusade and get yourself killed.
Jay Arc had never given up. According to what you could find, it had taken a massive force of Grimm to finally kill him, and he'd died defending evacuees, killing Grimm right up to his very last breath. He wouldn't have been killed by a few Beowolves in a forest, certainly not without a fight. And neither will you.
You could see where Crocea Mors had landed, only a few feet away. So you started to drag yourself with your arms. You may not have any real combat training, and your Aura may be dormant, but if there's one thing you do have going for you, you're strong for your age. As your fingers wrap around the hilt of your ancestral sword, one of the Grimm pins your arm down. Its mask draws close to your face, and you can smell death and decay in its breath. It seems to be mocking you. But you have had enough of being mocked, and with the last of your strength you punch it in the jaw. It looks almost confused, as the light fades from your sight.
Suddenly the dark is filled with a blinding light, and you hear a voice. Powerful and wise sounding. And it speaks to you, commands you.
Arise, scion of heroes.
The tale of your glory has not yet begun.
In defeat do I find you.
In defiance do I choose you.
In triumph do I grant you this boon.
Your deeds will become the stuff of legend.
Arise Jaune Arc, as the day arises.
Banish these creatures as the rising of the sun banishes the night.
For you are one of my chosen.
You are The Dawn!
The tale of your glory has not yet begun.
In defeat do I find you.
In defiance do I choose you.
In triumph do I grant you this boon.
Your deeds will become the stuff of legend.
Arise Jaune Arc, as the day arises.
Banish these creatures as the rising of the sun banishes the night.
For you are one of my chosen.
You are The Dawn!
Your eyes snap open, and you can feel your legs again. You hurt, but you can feel them. The clearing is bathed in that peculiar golden shade one only sees around sunrise. And the Grimm, for some reason, have drawn back from you. If you didn't know better, you'd say they looked afraid.
As you stand, you realize that you feel... different from before. You can't really describe it all that well, but Crocea Mors feels lighter, and far more natural in your hand. You no longer feel confused or awkward when you swing it, and your first slash takes a Beowolf's head clean off. The world seems almost to move in slow motion, your cuts rending the very air itself, and soon enough the entire pack falls before your unstoppable onslaught.
And then she arrives. The tall redhead from before. The one the lovely Ice Princess had berated you for not knowing. You struggle for a moment to remember her name. Pyrrha, that was it. Pyrrha Nikos. "Jaune? Is that you?" she asks, bringing you back to now, "What happened here?" She gestures to first the dissolving Grimm corpses, then you. You look down and see tears and cuts in your clothes, and the deep gouges in your armor. "And why are you glowing?"
"Glowing? I'm not glowi-"
***
When next you wake, Pyrrha is carrying you through the forest, humming some sort of a tune to herself. It's nice, but being carried is embarassing. "Uh, Pyrrha? I'm awake now, could you"
"Oh, right, I'm sorry." She puts you down, and awkwardly looks anywhere but at you as she tries to explain. "You fainted, and I couldn't just leave you there in a forest full of Grimm."
"It's uh, it's okay. But I'm, y'know, awake now. So I can walk."
"Sorry." She apologizes again. You would probably find the apologizing cute if you weren't busy worrying about just what that voice was.
"Say Pyrrha, you're rich, right?"
"Well, I wouldn't really say-" Again with the not looking at you. You don't know why, are you really so bad looking?
"So you went to a good school, right?"
"Oh, yes, of course."
"So have you ever heard anything about, a Huntsman's broken spine, mending itself? Some weird voice saying something about them being 'The Dawn' or anything like that?" You don't know what that was back there, but dammit you're going to find out.
"Not really Huntsmen or Huntresses as we know them, but there are some legends of ancient warriors suddenly gaining miraculous powers, and being bathed in the light of the sun. But historians say those are just stories. Exaggerated tales based on the first Huntsmen, an effort to explain the very first instances of activated Aura. Their miraculous powers just early Semblances."
Your name is Jaune Arc, and today has easily been the most interesting day of your entire life.
Like I said, not entirely happy with it. I feel like it probably wears some of my influences, as far as Exalted fanworks and crossovers go, on its sleeve. And I am absolutely awful at writing combat, but ah well.
EDIT = fixing some formatting issues.
EDIT 2 = taking advice and double spacing paragraphs for easier reading.
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- Location
- USA
Nice touch with the changing of font colors around the Gold Text. I don't know if that was intentional, but it's a major change that you don't often notice right away, just like has happened to Jaune. Now I would say the "rich" comment doesn't really fit, but that's in a sense of the setting itself. While canon doesn't comment, you would think that huntsmen academies are heavily subsidized by the kingdoms so you wouldn't need to be rich to go to them.
I'd also recommend double spacing things. It eases readability. But other than that it was a fine piece.
Tiypo
Forever Phone Posting
Honestly, this quest is the first time I've wanted to almost disregard the canon characters of a setting, the only thing I really want to see is Ruby's reaction to the Transistor completely failing to live up to her over-complicated morph-weapon imaginings. I've mentioned that your OC's are interesting before, I'd rather support one of them if things look like they're heading towards romance; this is absolutely not because Creme has a fluffy deer tail, absolutely not in the slightest.
- Location
- USA
As much as I love our GM's OCs, as a true shipman, I will fight tooth and nail to keep an OC's ship from sailing.
I mostly do so out of principal. When you have more than enough Canon options, I find it wrong to have to invent OCs for a pairing for a Canon character
I mostly do so out of principal. When you have more than enough Canon options, I find it wrong to have to invent OCs for a pairing for a Canon character
Tiypo
Forever Phone Posting
The thing is that they aren't being created for a pairing, they're just other people which is why I think some of us find them interesting. When you factor in that Prok is trying to avoid pushing any ships, development will be more natural, based on who is actually interesting rather than any consideration of them being Canon or OC.
Prok
Go play Star Fetchers
- Location
- Scotland
Ok! I've taken enough ibuprofen to punch a hole in my stomach lining, so I reckon I've got an hour or so of being functional before it's back to wanting to blind and deafen myself!
Or, the hospital, because I've just given myself a napkin-sized stomach ulcer.
For a 1200 word omake, it's really quite good! The action is well written, I feel you got the desperation of someone recently paralysed and at the mercy of Grimm down pat, Jaune punching a Beowolf in the snout was a great touch- the only real problems I can say is, yes, double spacing your paragraphs, or at least indenting the beginning of them, would help a lot with readability. Right now, it's just a giant block of text, and, while it could just be the migraine talking, but the text did begin to swim while I tried to read it. It's a brilliant base for something more, and definitely worth the points.
The interaction between Pyrrha and Jaune was adorable, I've no real complaints about that.
You're certainly not an awful writer by any means. You try, and that puts you well above a lot of people.
As for whether or not romance is going to be a thing in this quest, allow me to quote myself, and bold the most important bit:
At all. None. No horse whatsoever. Not even a pony.
... Maybe a pony.
Where was I going with this? Right, yes- as far as canon for this quest is concerned, there will be no romance. Will there be tender moments of affection between people? Of course there will, when appropriate, and when earned.
Romance isn't something I feel I can cover in a natural way. So I won't.
Or, the hospital, because I've just given myself a napkin-sized stomach ulcer.
At 1200 words, this is worth 10 Fate Points.
For a 1200 word omake, it's really quite good! The action is well written, I feel you got the desperation of someone recently paralysed and at the mercy of Grimm down pat, Jaune punching a Beowolf in the snout was a great touch- the only real problems I can say is, yes, double spacing your paragraphs, or at least indenting the beginning of them, would help a lot with readability. Right now, it's just a giant block of text, and, while it could just be the migraine talking, but the text did begin to swim while I tried to read it. It's a brilliant base for something more, and definitely worth the points.
The interaction between Pyrrha and Jaune was adorable, I've no real complaints about that.
You're certainly not an awful writer by any means. You try, and that puts you well above a lot of people.
When you're worried about how the canon characters are going to come across, you damn well make sure your OCs make up for them. If you genuinely feel that way, then they're doing exactly what I hoped they'd do- outshining anything I could do with canon characters, hopefully well enough to mask any failings I have with them.
As for whether or not romance is going to be a thing in this quest, allow me to quote myself, and bold the most important bit:
I have no horse in this race.
At all. None. No horse whatsoever. Not even a pony.
... Maybe a pony.
Where was I going with this? Right, yes- as far as canon for this quest is concerned, there will be no romance. Will there be tender moments of affection between people? Of course there will, when appropriate, and when earned.
Romance isn't something I feel I can cover in a natural way. So I won't.
- Location
- Hell
You say that, but what you preface it with is a natural way of romance being born. :3
Life is not a rom sim game where people suddenly fall in love with you from one action. It is built in the little moments. The slow build up of mutual trust and support. Of continuous effort from all parties.
True Love is not Romeo and Juliet, it is an ordinary 80 year old couple dancing on the porch.
- Location
- Hyperborea
Is the pony One Job?
Very true. I am somewhat amused by how often people forget that Romeo and Juliet were horny and love-struck teenagers. Juliet was thirteen in the original play and I've heard it's a theatre tradition that Romeo is of equal age or at most a few years older.
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- Location
- A state of cleverness
But is Jaune ready for that step? To make those individual moments into an ongoing one? To put in the work needed for a longterm relationship? To put "we" before "me" and make the relationship one of the foundations of his life?
FUCK no, he's just made his first friends since he was 10! He has fewer social skills than canon!Jaune, and he's too cautious/self-aware to have canon!Jaune's suicidally blind willingness to jump into that minefield. He's still him, just wrapped in enough layers of "nerd" to take romance off the table for the duration of the quest.
And that's fine, I wish more quest writers could set boundaries on what their characters are and are not interested in doing at a level beyond the players' control. For now I'm more interested in seeing how many of canon!Jaune's best traits can be brought back into this one. (save romance for the sequel)
Lies and slander, Romeo and Juliet is the love story between William Shakespeare and dick jokes.
Tiypo
Forever Phone Posting
He's not saying Jaune's going to suddenly going to fall for someone, just that by being with his friends and caring for them he could very well stumble into a relationship eventually, because that's how those sort of things happen.
- Location
- A state of cleverness
And I'm saying that, as things stand now, Jaune is unlikely to take that last step as part of this quest.