Tancong
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How do these go again? I'm Tancong. Nice to meet you all.
Thanks for being here and reading my post. I mainly write MxF and have written some solo FxF so I could probably do it (though I've never done it before). I'll look forward to seeing what we can do together.
I tend to kind of do a semi-background check on your previous works anyways for a variety of reasons (interest, writing style, aforementioned requirements, character types, possible things we could do based off of them, ideas to make the RP feel more natural to both of us, etc.). So yeah~ I can also read a writing sample from you if you would like.
I was always more of a freelancer in my RPs (with the exception of once) so I've never put up a request thread. That being said, I do have a few ideas kind of I suppose. I don't really have any particular fondness for them, just interesting ideas that I had in mind.
Okie that's all for me today~ Thanks for reading.
Thanks for being here and reading my post. I mainly write MxF and have written some solo FxF so I could probably do it (though I've never done it before). I'll look forward to seeing what we can do together.
- 2+ Paragraphs (so maybe 10+ sentences) simply because I'm sure you all can do it~ I like to push my partner to make the scene vivid for me. Even if the two characters are just talking, there are plenty of things they are thinking and doing with their body, whether consciously or not. I wanna hear it all and react to every last detail!
- Fluency as in grammar and flow~ I like flowy things. Usually I'll understand misspellings and they happen to even the best of us so that's ok.
- Communication is important in many things in life. With RPing, do tell me if you need to take a break or leave due to personal matter. It happens to all of us, myself included. I'll try my best to get back to you as soon as possible and inform you if I must be gone for more than a week.
- Also, I would like your input on the plot as well. While I sometimes (quite often actually) just randomly get a really good idea, I would like to get your input on them as well in addition to any that you may have. Otherwise I would feel like I'm just writing a story by myself ^^"
I tend to kind of do a semi-background check on your previous works anyways for a variety of reasons (interest, writing style, aforementioned requirements, character types, possible things we could do based off of them, ideas to make the RP feel more natural to both of us, etc.). So yeah~ I can also read a writing sample from you if you would like.
Whenever he wandered around town, it was more to learn about the nearby surrounding area and to observe the activities of the people that inhabited the city. Studying people and their interactions was always something he enjoyed doing to some degree. In his youth, sure he had a childhood friend to enjoy his time with and his parents had him interact with other kids, something which he also enjoyed. However, since then he had not interacted with others much, at least not in a way that society would consider as normal and socially anyways. When he spoke, it had always been in terms of a request, answer, inquiry, or trade. When he interacted with others, it had always been in terms of a give or take, whether that meant in terms of information, items, or even a life.
It was only once he returned to Saypol that he did anything besides watching. Sure he did just that at first, in crowded bars and in the noisy street markets to simply learn about the state of the city that he had left so long ago. He learned about the political and economic state of the city, miraculously enough, through several fragments and sources of information with varying credibility and competence. It was not until one night, when he saw a killer almost casually stabbed his victim in the back in the side alley that he acted.
Lancer was no hero; in fact he was far from being one. Moreover, this was just another one of the many similar interactions that he witnessed. Death was no stranger to him; it was unfortunately a world where the weak and naïve were killed. The poor woman had thought the man to be trustworthy after a few dates, such was typical. But in the end, she simply found herself lacking her physical possessions, and not in the temporary sexy manner with a man either. She was simply dead and without the memory of the so-called trustworthy boyfriend of hers. She was simply left somewhere in the city, waking up at home with much less items on herself and with a painful gap in her memory and heart. All because a single man decided that such a practice was practical and acceptable.
Now, it would be reasonable to assume that Lancer simply pitied the girl. But he did not. What annoyed him was the man's method of killing. While assassins could not afford to have chivalry and fairness in their line of work, they still trained themselves to perform their job efficiently and within reason. Where a knight fought valiantly and with honor, Lancer had learned to fight with his skills and knowledge. There was a fine line between deception and manipulation. While both were useful, the latter was frowned upon. For a person to manipulate someone to trust them and relying on the victim's kindness for their own benefit; to make it easier for the person to carry out their deed, that spoke lengths about the measure of a person. Even in the worst of living condition, there was no acceptable excuse for such manipulation of a person. There was a minimum that must be met to be considered a person after all, a thief much less. As an assassin, this was a sight that Lancer could not stand. The man was no thief or assassin; he was just a killer who manipulated the poor girl into giving herself up to him. In doing so, he lost all honor and displayed that he had no redeeming value, only malice and a knack for tricking others to do things that he could not otherwise do without such vile manipulation.
As such, the man found himself dead and lacking all the items that he had stolen. The contents made their way mysteriously back to the woman's house, courtesy of a mailed package to her address. It was fortunate that she had her identification on her. Otherwise, she probably would have had to go to the Lost and Found in the city center to hopefully find it. Such was the case for a few of the later deeds Lancer carried out. Each time, he would watch before acting, dispatching them quickly and returning the items if possible. He did not track them down nor hunted them like a detective; if he saw them then he acted.
Today was the first time when he encountered it in progress. The young man in the alleyway below him had his mouth muffled as the sexy figure behind him brought a knife up to his neck. With that, she leaned in as she whispered, "Hey now, don't struggle so much. I just want to have a little fun~ You might lose your money and virginity but I'll be here for next time too. You do know what would happen if you struggle too much now or if you report me later right? I dooo wonder which of us they would believe if I told them you got me pregnant."
In most cased, the killer just straight up killed their victim, meaning there was no chance for Lancer to act even if he wanted to. Aside from those cases, there were times when it would be better for the victim to unfortunately die, so that the person he kills won't go after them for misplaced revenge. Of course, his hidden identity was also an important part to him, but that was the reasoning behind his outfit. This time however, the lady was going to keep the man as an eternal hostage, a slave of money for her that would never die to even forget her. While it was not death, it was just as bad. Extortion wasn't exactly something easy to escape after all, especially with such a definitive threat as the one she made. As such, Lancer simply dropped down quietly, dispatching the feminine figure from behind with a slash from the front of her throat, his knife replicating the position of hers. His cloak floated silently behind him, not unfurling far enough as to be flashy and bothersome though. As she felt the blade's first touch, she could swear that she heard the whisper of death, though only for a brief moment before she choked on her own blood and toppled over backward, her own knife clattering on the ground in front of the young man. By the time he turned around hesitantly, Lancer was already gone. The lady would not recall his presence of course, not when she neither sensed him nor saw him. But the whisper was something she would remember for the rest of her life, something that would deter her as it did to the other Oblivion Blade victims for years to come, even if Lancer did not intend for it to happen.
The Whisper of Death.
With that, Lancer sighed as he continued making his way through the dark streets. He just hoped that the man didn't make too much of a fuss and to be safer. He neither wanted the woman to be reported now that she was probably reconsidering her life nor for the man to eagerly report about an encounter with the Oblivion Blade when he saw nothing. That would be the best scenario. As he traversed the city absent-mindedly, he found himself near the castle once more. Looking around, he realized that he had somehow found himself back at the hidden alleyway next to the castle's corner wall, the dark alley next to the pristine structure of royalty. He pondered for a moment before sighing and shaking his head. He should not be doing this of course, especially not after the last time. In addition, he even told her about it this time. Not that it mattered of course, he would not be seen regardless. If he did, well then he would not be alive for very long.
He could not help but suspect himself for wanting to see Jennafi once more. Of course, he would not want to intrude on her privacy, though he had done most of that in her presence anyways through some of their more intimate encounters. With that thought in mind, he entered the state of Oblivion Shift, climbing over the wall as he could physically. Though it was a projection that was equivalent to his soul to some degree, he still have to observe physical objects and go through all the bothersome steps of bypassing them. Most traps and detection magic did not see him of course, which made infiltrating the castle much easier than it should have been. Once he entered, he found himself on the other side of the wall, looking up at its height. For some reason or another, he felt the need to do so. After all, no one else may look up to notice the otherwise obvious things in the world, such as an assassin jumping between rooftops. Lancer was not one to be so oblivious to the three dimensional world around him, the world with blood on the ground and soft clouds in the sky.
By being observant in such manner, he saw something that made his mouth open agape in disbelief, an expression that he was glad no one could see due to his current form. Because what he saw there was an open window far above the ground, and an all too familiar figure planning to do something that was insane in every sense of the word.
It was only once he returned to Saypol that he did anything besides watching. Sure he did just that at first, in crowded bars and in the noisy street markets to simply learn about the state of the city that he had left so long ago. He learned about the political and economic state of the city, miraculously enough, through several fragments and sources of information with varying credibility and competence. It was not until one night, when he saw a killer almost casually stabbed his victim in the back in the side alley that he acted.
Lancer was no hero; in fact he was far from being one. Moreover, this was just another one of the many similar interactions that he witnessed. Death was no stranger to him; it was unfortunately a world where the weak and naïve were killed. The poor woman had thought the man to be trustworthy after a few dates, such was typical. But in the end, she simply found herself lacking her physical possessions, and not in the temporary sexy manner with a man either. She was simply dead and without the memory of the so-called trustworthy boyfriend of hers. She was simply left somewhere in the city, waking up at home with much less items on herself and with a painful gap in her memory and heart. All because a single man decided that such a practice was practical and acceptable.
Now, it would be reasonable to assume that Lancer simply pitied the girl. But he did not. What annoyed him was the man's method of killing. While assassins could not afford to have chivalry and fairness in their line of work, they still trained themselves to perform their job efficiently and within reason. Where a knight fought valiantly and with honor, Lancer had learned to fight with his skills and knowledge. There was a fine line between deception and manipulation. While both were useful, the latter was frowned upon. For a person to manipulate someone to trust them and relying on the victim's kindness for their own benefit; to make it easier for the person to carry out their deed, that spoke lengths about the measure of a person. Even in the worst of living condition, there was no acceptable excuse for such manipulation of a person. There was a minimum that must be met to be considered a person after all, a thief much less. As an assassin, this was a sight that Lancer could not stand. The man was no thief or assassin; he was just a killer who manipulated the poor girl into giving herself up to him. In doing so, he lost all honor and displayed that he had no redeeming value, only malice and a knack for tricking others to do things that he could not otherwise do without such vile manipulation.
As such, the man found himself dead and lacking all the items that he had stolen. The contents made their way mysteriously back to the woman's house, courtesy of a mailed package to her address. It was fortunate that she had her identification on her. Otherwise, she probably would have had to go to the Lost and Found in the city center to hopefully find it. Such was the case for a few of the later deeds Lancer carried out. Each time, he would watch before acting, dispatching them quickly and returning the items if possible. He did not track them down nor hunted them like a detective; if he saw them then he acted.
Today was the first time when he encountered it in progress. The young man in the alleyway below him had his mouth muffled as the sexy figure behind him brought a knife up to his neck. With that, she leaned in as she whispered, "Hey now, don't struggle so much. I just want to have a little fun~ You might lose your money and virginity but I'll be here for next time too. You do know what would happen if you struggle too much now or if you report me later right? I dooo wonder which of us they would believe if I told them you got me pregnant."
In most cased, the killer just straight up killed their victim, meaning there was no chance for Lancer to act even if he wanted to. Aside from those cases, there were times when it would be better for the victim to unfortunately die, so that the person he kills won't go after them for misplaced revenge. Of course, his hidden identity was also an important part to him, but that was the reasoning behind his outfit. This time however, the lady was going to keep the man as an eternal hostage, a slave of money for her that would never die to even forget her. While it was not death, it was just as bad. Extortion wasn't exactly something easy to escape after all, especially with such a definitive threat as the one she made. As such, Lancer simply dropped down quietly, dispatching the feminine figure from behind with a slash from the front of her throat, his knife replicating the position of hers. His cloak floated silently behind him, not unfurling far enough as to be flashy and bothersome though. As she felt the blade's first touch, she could swear that she heard the whisper of death, though only for a brief moment before she choked on her own blood and toppled over backward, her own knife clattering on the ground in front of the young man. By the time he turned around hesitantly, Lancer was already gone. The lady would not recall his presence of course, not when she neither sensed him nor saw him. But the whisper was something she would remember for the rest of her life, something that would deter her as it did to the other Oblivion Blade victims for years to come, even if Lancer did not intend for it to happen.
The Whisper of Death.
With that, Lancer sighed as he continued making his way through the dark streets. He just hoped that the man didn't make too much of a fuss and to be safer. He neither wanted the woman to be reported now that she was probably reconsidering her life nor for the man to eagerly report about an encounter with the Oblivion Blade when he saw nothing. That would be the best scenario. As he traversed the city absent-mindedly, he found himself near the castle once more. Looking around, he realized that he had somehow found himself back at the hidden alleyway next to the castle's corner wall, the dark alley next to the pristine structure of royalty. He pondered for a moment before sighing and shaking his head. He should not be doing this of course, especially not after the last time. In addition, he even told her about it this time. Not that it mattered of course, he would not be seen regardless. If he did, well then he would not be alive for very long.
He could not help but suspect himself for wanting to see Jennafi once more. Of course, he would not want to intrude on her privacy, though he had done most of that in her presence anyways through some of their more intimate encounters. With that thought in mind, he entered the state of Oblivion Shift, climbing over the wall as he could physically. Though it was a projection that was equivalent to his soul to some degree, he still have to observe physical objects and go through all the bothersome steps of bypassing them. Most traps and detection magic did not see him of course, which made infiltrating the castle much easier than it should have been. Once he entered, he found himself on the other side of the wall, looking up at its height. For some reason or another, he felt the need to do so. After all, no one else may look up to notice the otherwise obvious things in the world, such as an assassin jumping between rooftops. Lancer was not one to be so oblivious to the three dimensional world around him, the world with blood on the ground and soft clouds in the sky.
By being observant in such manner, he saw something that made his mouth open agape in disbelief, an expression that he was glad no one could see due to his current form. Because what he saw there was an open window far above the ground, and an all too familiar figure planning to do something that was insane in every sense of the word.
I was always more of a freelancer in my RPs (with the exception of once) so I've never put up a request thread. That being said, I do have a few ideas kind of I suppose. I don't really have any particular fondness for them, just interesting ideas that I had in mind.
- Demon lord/queen undercover x Hero (So it could be a bit on the lewd side like Monster Girl Quest if you know it, or just normal demons and such supernaturals) : The female might not actively be trying to hide their identity but they are just around and exploring the world, not destroying it particularly then tags along with the Hero because it looks fun. Featuring as wide a variety of fantasy species as you desire~
- Escape from Hell: A female and male character (demon, human, or otherwise) are trying to escape Hell, where they had been trapped after losing their fight against the demon lord. This time, while the demon lord could care less about what happens to them, the way up is littered with traps, enemies, and challenges that would make it difficult for them to escape. They were cursed with being unable to die to serve their sentence in Hell, meaning no manner how many times they die they will always return to the beginning (or another checkpoint if needed for plot advancement).
- Note: This RP may be darker and more graphic than most RPs. (Enemies, challenges, and traps may also be in a sexual manner. So think succubi, pheromone traps, etc.) May include but not limited to rape, torture, graphic violence, etc. However, all these factors can be discussed and limited.
Okie that's all for me today~ Thanks for reading.
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