ironingoutmyeclipse

[ironingoutmyeclipse]

Sorry for my absence on this blog. I currently don't give any flying fucks about it because I'm more into POSTAL and the AU I'm developing for that. I won't be getting around to Iron Eclipse AU roleplays in a long time.

However, I'm always available to answer asks directed towards my muses.

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Simple OC Ask List.

What emotion do you most readily associate with your OC?

Does your OC prefer the beauty of nature or the bustle of the big city?

If they had to flee a burning building, which possession would they be most keen to grab on the way out?

Is your OC more likely to be getting up with the dawn - or just heading to bed?

What changes come over your OC when they are hungry?

Does your OC have a go-to insult when people irritate them or let them down?

Where is a place that your OC will visit (or would wish to visit) when they need to feel at peace.

Does your OC have a particualr fear or phobia?

What might your OC wear if they knew they would be called upon to fight or otherwise be active?

What habit should your OC really try to break, but almost certainly never will?

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Y'all know what... I won't be very active on this blog, especially in terms of RP. An old hyperfixation has come back at full force, diminishing a good portion of my interest in Metal Slug, which sadly extends to the Iron Eclipse AU. I'll respond to my roleplays whenever the motivation strikes. For the foreseeable future, don't expect me to be in a super RP mood.

However, I'll always be available to answer asks for my muses to answer and react to. If you can't think of any decent questions, I'd advise you to browse through the "please specify which muse" tag on my blog.

To all of my RP partners, you're free to talk to me about anything. Have a wonderful day or night!

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Celaphios takes a quick look into the filled teacup before looking back up at Himiko and letting out a chirp of delighted gratitude. He then uses a three-fingered hand to pick it up and take a sip, savouring its flavour as he wonders what kind of tea it is.

Wysteria pushes her knees up to her shirtless chest and uses her long fingers to itch an awkward spot on her back.

"Your roommate? Potions?" she asks, narrowing her eyes in curiosity and slight skepticism. "Who's this roomie of yours? What's she like?"

Nature's calling

Roleplay session with @beautyinafruitfulworld

On a quiet, sunny morning, Wysteria and Celaphios are enjoying their free time with a stroll through the forest on the outskirts of a military-occupied town. As they admire the birds chirping and the sunlight filtering through the tall trees, they stumble upon an ominous portal that softly glows pinkish-white and swirls subtly. Both are curious about it, but Wysteria is skeptical, while Celaphios inspects it with childlike naivety.

Suddenly, they decide to explore, wondering what might be on the other side, knowing they have each other and will fight if necessary. As they step through, they find themselves in a beautiful, well-kept garden with a pond.

*The pond was inhabited by a few toys as they played in the water, either splashing others or just minding their own business by swimming around, Himiko was seemed to be playing tea party with her teddy bear, Chihiro, Rikku was helping serve the tea, well it was actually just room temperature water but Himiko pretended it was tea.*

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"It's fine... We've dealt with much worse," the smoker admits with a soft sigh before dropping her cigar onto the ground and stomping it out.

*he raises an eyebrow at the woman in the red cap*

Can I help you, miss? I know I'm new around here, but I don't have the plague.

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Marco cautiously studies the man before him, then gives him a taciturn, affirmative nod while crossing his arms. His eyes drift to the cigar on the floor that he had been smoking before being knocked out, noticing it has been stomped out, but he doesn't really care.

"This may not be the most appropriate time, but what really brings you here?" he curiously asks, not alluding to why Monokuma is at the Shibuya cafe.

*Marco received a text on his phone in at 4:00 AM. It was from the hacker from several days ago. The message reads: 'Infiltrate the burnt ruins of Hope's Peak Academy, locate the ruins of the main Future Foundation, and locate any functioning computers. Download every bit of data off that computer and deliver them to these coordinates. Do not tell anyone about what you're doing or I'll leak your secrets to Morden.' A scary individual to have already obtained secrets of the Regular Army and threaten to sell them to Morden. Better to play it safe and do as he says for now.* @human-monodam

Since the days when the hacker fell silent, the Sparrowhawk Operations Base has been reconstructed with the electrical wiring and computer systems strengthened through extensive electrician work, thorough reprogramming, and stronger antivirus coding. Although the global virus issue remains a significant problem, it seems to have subsided somewhat. During the reconstruction of the destroyed Sparrowhawk Operations Base, Marco's team revealed their findings related to the fateful incident with T1M. However, Marco deliberately chose to remain quiet about being contacted by the creator of the H4CK 1MP5, fully aware that defying the hacker's wishes could jeopardise the entire Regular Army and his allies.

While the rest of his team and their accompanying scientist and peacekeeper allies is deployed to the battlefield to administer antivirus vaccines and combat the global hacking issue, Marco strangely chooses to stay behind. He somehow convinces his teammates that the Regular Army bases need him more than anyone else at that moment.

In the Joint Military Operations Headquarters, Marco is in one of the offices late at night, conducting research on H4CK 1MP5 and its creator, PH15H3R, while updating the computer systems. His phone unexpectedly buzzes, flashing briefly to indicate he has received a notification. He lets out a heavy sigh, stops typing, and picks up the cellphone, examining the message and carefully reading the text sent by the hacker. His brow furrows at the mention of Morden, but he decides to play along with what the hacker wants. He swiftly types a response:

[Got it. I'll retrieve the data and send it to the provided coordinates ASAP.]

He lets out a soft hum before gently placing his phone next to his laptop and proceeding to search for the location of Hope's Peak Academy.

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Cymbeline happily accepts the gentle head pats and lets out a cheerful chattering sound, slightly leaning into Smith's finger.

"Goodness… That's… That's just awful. Having your family ripped away like that is painful…" General Morden admits, looking reasonably stunned and a bit heartbroken.

He feels sympathy for a murderer, knowing all too well what it's like to lose a family so brutally and abruptly. Meanwhile, Doctor Amadeus remains coldly indifferent but is satisfied with the answer she receives. Oghma appears to be preoccupied with Enobarbus and Asmodeus, but he's actually paying close attention.

Missing someone

Roleplay session with @beautyinafruitfulworld

It's been a couple of days since Sagan left her home universe, enjoying the relaxation that the marketplace and fountain provide. As she takes a smoke break in the cold, desolate, eerily quiet halls of the foundation, her mind drifts back to her half-brother, Logan. She begins to miss him deeply and grows worried, wondering if he's alive and well, stirring a hint sense of overprotectiveness. It doesn't help that she doesn't have her phone with her and her walkie-talkie isn't equipped for interdimensional communication.

After taking a sip from her can of cherry vanilla soda and a long drag from her cigarette, she decides to ask Smith for help but focuses on enjoying her alone time for a little while longer before leaving to look for him.

*throughout the entire facility, soldiers were occasionally patrolling the dark corridors, however, one soldier suddenly stopped in their tracks and listened to their own intercom, instantly charging back to the main mall, wonder what could that mean...*

*meanwhile Smith was outside of his forge, sitting Infront of the store with a concerned look in his eyes, his hands covered in blood and his mouth covered with a mask*

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Marco lets out a soft sigh and seriously admits, "Well, yeah, I did... However, I couldn't believe it was you at first. I needed proof before jumping to conclusions."

*Marco received a text on his phone in at 4:00 AM. It was from the hacker from several days ago. The message reads: 'Infiltrate the burnt ruins of Hope's Peak Academy, locate the ruins of the main Future Foundation, and locate any functioning computers. Download every bit of data off that computer and deliver them to these coordinates. Do not tell anyone about what you're doing or I'll leak your secrets to Morden.' A scary individual to have already obtained secrets of the Regular Army and threaten to sell them to Morden. Better to play it safe and do as he says for now.* @human-monodam

Since the days when the hacker fell silent, the Sparrowhawk Operations Base has been reconstructed with the electrical wiring and computer systems strengthened through extensive electrician work, thorough reprogramming, and stronger antivirus coding. Although the global virus issue remains a significant problem, it seems to have subsided somewhat. During the reconstruction of the destroyed Sparrowhawk Operations Base, Marco's team revealed their findings related to the fateful incident with T1M. However, Marco deliberately chose to remain quiet about being contacted by the creator of the H4CK 1MP5, fully aware that defying the hacker's wishes could jeopardise the entire Regular Army and his allies.

While the rest of his team and their accompanying scientist and peacekeeper allies is deployed to the battlefield to administer antivirus vaccines and combat the global hacking issue, Marco strangely chooses to stay behind. He somehow convinces his teammates that the Regular Army bases need him more than anyone else at that moment.

In the Joint Military Operations Headquarters, Marco is in one of the offices late at night, conducting research on H4CK 1MP5 and its creator, PH15H3R, while updating the computer systems. His phone unexpectedly buzzes, flashing briefly to indicate he has received a notification. He lets out a heavy sigh, stops typing, and picks up the cellphone, examining the message and carefully reading the text sent by the hacker. His brow furrows at the mention of Morden, but he decides to play along with what the hacker wants. He swiftly types a response:

[Got it. I'll retrieve the data and send it to the provided coordinates ASAP.]

He lets out a soft hum before gently placing his phone next to his laptop and proceeding to search for the location of Hope's Peak Academy.

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"Not all Rebels are cowards. Many of them have guts and fierce loyalty. So, there's no need to worry; you'll get your chance to pick them off," the last agent calmly reassures Lookout with a firm nod.

"True. Retreat is necessary at times, but that doesn't mean there aren't cowards in any military," the smoker chimes in, taking a puff from her cigar.

*he raises an eyebrow at the woman in the red cap*

Can I help you, miss? I know I'm new around here, but I don't have the plague.

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None of them seem intimidated, but a flicker of respect washes over the trio.

"Good. At least you can stand up for yourself and not be a big fucking coward. You should see some of the stupid Rebs on the battlefield; they sure know how to run away when they're really screwed," the second agent, still stuffing his mouth with chips, says with an amused snicker.

"As for rats, we know you're not one. We need to keep an eye out for enemy spies and potential sympathisers within our ranks who might intend to backstab us. Plus, we're not bullying you. We're not assholes like Gimlet," the smoker replies with a heavy, irritated sigh.

*he raises an eyebrow at the woman in the red cap*

Can I help you, miss? I know I'm new around here, but I don't have the plague.

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"Good! Bring it over here!" Tarma calls out with a pleased hum, gesturing with his hand to bring the hatch over to where he is.

How things have changed

Roleplay session with @beautyinafruitfulworld

At the crack of dawn, Fio is deployed to a desert landscape with mountains in the distance, scattered cacti, and a limited presence of butterflies with black-tipped yellow wings. She has been assigned a solo mission by her superiors to infiltrate a Rebel base and retrieve classified documents regarding their recently established weapons manufacturing plants and chemicals intended for experiments on wildlife to create bioweapons.

However, as soon as she sets foot in the base, an alarm loudly blares, alerting all enemies within. Realising that she may have received faulty intel and backup will take some time to arrive, Fio desperately fights against the hordes of Rebel troops and Syndicate mercenaries. Just when she thinks she can hold her ground and outmaneuver the enemy, she finds herself overwhelmed and cornered by a group of perverted Rebel fanatics and bikers, causing her to panic.

*As one was about to grab her, a small, metal boomerang with pointed tips, strike the soldier in the face.*

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Marco hesitates for a moment, a sense of depressive hopelessness washing over him, but he forces himself to accept Monokuma's help to get back up. After dusting himself off and adjusting his white headband, he looks into Monokuma's eyes, a flicker of melancholy crossing his stoic, overly serious expression.

"Yeah, it's going to be a massive pain in the ass. I might even have to call in extra help, but let's see how things go. As for how I know your identity, I…" he speaks in a gentle voice, pausing for a moment to carefully consider his words before continuing, "While digging up some data, I found information and footage about your origins. I… I could tell there was something heavy weighing on your mind."

He lightly rubs his forearm, which is wrapped in gauze, unable to bring himself to explain what he really saw.

*Marco received a text on his phone in at 4:00 AM. It was from the hacker from several days ago. The message reads: 'Infiltrate the burnt ruins of Hope's Peak Academy, locate the ruins of the main Future Foundation, and locate any functioning computers. Download every bit of data off that computer and deliver them to these coordinates. Do not tell anyone about what you're doing or I'll leak your secrets to Morden.' A scary individual to have already obtained secrets of the Regular Army and threaten to sell them to Morden. Better to play it safe and do as he says for now.* @human-monodam

Since the days when the hacker fell silent, the Sparrowhawk Operations Base has been reconstructed with the electrical wiring and computer systems strengthened through extensive electrician work, thorough reprogramming, and stronger antivirus coding. Although the global virus issue remains a significant problem, it seems to have subsided somewhat. During the reconstruction of the destroyed Sparrowhawk Operations Base, Marco's team revealed their findings related to the fateful incident with T1M. However, Marco deliberately chose to remain quiet about being contacted by the creator of the H4CK 1MP5, fully aware that defying the hacker's wishes could jeopardise the entire Regular Army and his allies.

While the rest of his team and their accompanying scientist and peacekeeper allies is deployed to the battlefield to administer antivirus vaccines and combat the global hacking issue, Marco strangely chooses to stay behind. He somehow convinces his teammates that the Regular Army bases need him more than anyone else at that moment.

In the Joint Military Operations Headquarters, Marco is in one of the offices late at night, conducting research on H4CK 1MP5 and its creator, PH15H3R, while updating the computer systems. His phone unexpectedly buzzes, flashing briefly to indicate he has received a notification. He lets out a heavy sigh, stops typing, and picks up the cellphone, examining the message and carefully reading the text sent by the hacker. His brow furrows at the mention of Morden, but he decides to play along with what the hacker wants. He swiftly types a response:

[Got it. I'll retrieve the data and send it to the provided coordinates ASAP.]

He lets out a soft hum before gently placing his phone next to his laptop and proceeding to search for the location of Hope's Peak Academy.

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Meanwhile, Tarma pulls out exactly what he’s looking for: his mechanic tools.

How things have changed

Roleplay session with @beautyinafruitfulworld

At the crack of dawn, Fio is deployed to a desert landscape with mountains in the distance, scattered cacti, and a limited presence of butterflies with black-tipped yellow wings. She has been assigned a solo mission by her superiors to infiltrate a Rebel base and retrieve classified documents regarding their recently established weapons manufacturing plants and chemicals intended for experiments on wildlife to create bioweapons.

However, as soon as she sets foot in the base, an alarm loudly blares, alerting all enemies within. Realising that she may have received faulty intel and backup will take some time to arrive, Fio desperately fights against the hordes of Rebel troops and Syndicate mercenaries. Just when she thinks she can hold her ground and outmaneuver the enemy, she finds herself overwhelmed and cornered by a group of perverted Rebel fanatics and bikers, causing her to panic.

*As one was about to grab her, a small, metal boomerang with pointed tips, strike the soldier in the face.*

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After a few minutes of strenuous effort, with Kid Canine's help, Tarma manages to flip the SV-001 over. He’s somewhat breathless and pulls out his canteen from his load-bearing backpack, taking a large swig of water before putting it back. The left side of the SV-001 is somewhat damaged, and the Vulcan cannon is bent, rendering it useless.

"Hey, can you find the hatch you pulled off? It shouldn't be too far," Tarma asks as he sets his backpack down and rummages through it, searching for something inside.

How things have changed

Roleplay session with @beautyinafruitfulworld

At the crack of dawn, Fio is deployed to a desert landscape with mountains in the distance, scattered cacti, and a limited presence of butterflies with black-tipped yellow wings. She has been assigned a solo mission by her superiors to infiltrate a Rebel base and retrieve classified documents regarding their recently established weapons manufacturing plants and chemicals intended for experiments on wildlife to create bioweapons.

However, as soon as she sets foot in the base, an alarm loudly blares, alerting all enemies within. Realising that she may have received faulty intel and backup will take some time to arrive, Fio desperately fights against the hordes of Rebel troops and Syndicate mercenaries. Just when she thinks she can hold her ground and outmaneuver the enemy, she finds herself overwhelmed and cornered by a group of perverted Rebel fanatics and bikers, causing her to panic.

*As one was about to grab her, a small, metal boomerang with pointed tips, strike the soldier in the face.*

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"Can you help me push over the SV-001? It's salvageable," Tarma asks as he prepares to lift it and push it back onto its chassis.

How things have changed

Roleplay session with @beautyinafruitfulworld

At the crack of dawn, Fio is deployed to a desert landscape with mountains in the distance, scattered cacti, and a limited presence of butterflies with black-tipped yellow wings. She has been assigned a solo mission by her superiors to infiltrate a Rebel base and retrieve classified documents regarding their recently established weapons manufacturing plants and chemicals intended for experiments on wildlife to create bioweapons.

However, as soon as she sets foot in the base, an alarm loudly blares, alerting all enemies within. Realising that she may have received faulty intel and backup will take some time to arrive, Fio desperately fights against the hordes of Rebel troops and Syndicate mercenaries. Just when she thinks she can hold her ground and outmaneuver the enemy, she finds herself overwhelmed and cornered by a group of perverted Rebel fanatics and bikers, causing her to panic.

*As one was about to grab her, a small, metal boomerang with pointed tips, strike the soldier in the face.*

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Marco slowly wakes up, rubbing the back of his neck, which feels sore from being knocked out. He rubs his eyes and looks up at the hooded man, initially giving him a look of aloof suspicion that soon softens into one of gentle kindness.

"Monokuma?" he murmurs, then lightly shakes his head, quickly shifting his focus back to important work. "Nabuto and the hacker, PH15H3R, are working together. The Kiratsu Corporation want the data for something, but I doubt it's for a good reason."

*Marco received a text on his phone in at 4:00 AM. It was from the hacker from several days ago. The message reads: 'Infiltrate the burnt ruins of Hope's Peak Academy, locate the ruins of the main Future Foundation, and locate any functioning computers. Download every bit of data off that computer and deliver them to these coordinates. Do not tell anyone about what you're doing or I'll leak your secrets to Morden.' A scary individual to have already obtained secrets of the Regular Army and threaten to sell them to Morden. Better to play it safe and do as he says for now.* @human-monodam

Since the days when the hacker fell silent, the Sparrowhawk Operations Base has been reconstructed with the electrical wiring and computer systems strengthened through extensive electrician work, thorough reprogramming, and stronger antivirus coding. Although the global virus issue remains a significant problem, it seems to have subsided somewhat. During the reconstruction of the destroyed Sparrowhawk Operations Base, Marco's team revealed their findings related to the fateful incident with T1M. However, Marco deliberately chose to remain quiet about being contacted by the creator of the H4CK 1MP5, fully aware that defying the hacker's wishes could jeopardise the entire Regular Army and his allies.

While the rest of his team and their accompanying scientist and peacekeeper allies is deployed to the battlefield to administer antivirus vaccines and combat the global hacking issue, Marco strangely chooses to stay behind. He somehow convinces his teammates that the Regular Army bases need him more than anyone else at that moment.

In the Joint Military Operations Headquarters, Marco is in one of the offices late at night, conducting research on H4CK 1MP5 and its creator, PH15H3R, while updating the computer systems. His phone unexpectedly buzzes, flashing briefly to indicate he has received a notification. He lets out a heavy sigh, stops typing, and picks up the cellphone, examining the message and carefully reading the text sent by the hacker. His brow furrows at the mention of Morden, but he decides to play along with what the hacker wants. He swiftly types a response:

[Got it. I'll retrieve the data and send it to the provided coordinates ASAP.]

He lets out a soft hum before gently placing his phone next to his laptop and proceeding to search for the location of Hope's Peak Academy.

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Marco glances at the assassin, appearing indifferent, having faced much worse than this. However, it’s clear that he's not comfortable being put in such a vulnerable position, despite maintaining a stoic demeanour. With a slight sigh, he pulls out a cigar and a gilded lighter, indicating that he’s stressed enough to need a smoke. He lights the cigar, puts the lighter away, and exhales a cloud of smoke while casting an intimidating glare.

"You don't need to tell me what I already know. I'm a lot smarter than you think I am... I'll get out of your hair as you wish," he finally says, playing it safe.

*Marco received a text on his phone in at 4:00 AM. It was from the hacker from several days ago. The message reads: 'Infiltrate the burnt ruins of Hope's Peak Academy, locate the ruins of the main Future Foundation, and locate any functioning computers. Download every bit of data off that computer and deliver them to these coordinates. Do not tell anyone about what you're doing or I'll leak your secrets to Morden.' A scary individual to have already obtained secrets of the Regular Army and threaten to sell them to Morden. Better to play it safe and do as he says for now.* @human-monodam

Since the days when the hacker fell silent, the Sparrowhawk Operations Base has been reconstructed with the electrical wiring and computer systems strengthened through extensive electrician work, thorough reprogramming, and stronger antivirus coding. Although the global virus issue remains a significant problem, it seems to have subsided somewhat. During the reconstruction of the destroyed Sparrowhawk Operations Base, Marco's team revealed their findings related to the fateful incident with T1M. However, Marco deliberately chose to remain quiet about being contacted by the creator of the H4CK 1MP5, fully aware that defying the hacker's wishes could jeopardise the entire Regular Army and his allies.

While the rest of his team and their accompanying scientist and peacekeeper allies is deployed to the battlefield to administer antivirus vaccines and combat the global hacking issue, Marco strangely chooses to stay behind. He somehow convinces his teammates that the Regular Army bases need him more than anyone else at that moment.

In the Joint Military Operations Headquarters, Marco is in one of the offices late at night, conducting research on H4CK 1MP5 and its creator, PH15H3R, while updating the computer systems. His phone unexpectedly buzzes, flashing briefly to indicate he has received a notification. He lets out a heavy sigh, stops typing, and picks up the cellphone, examining the message and carefully reading the text sent by the hacker. His brow furrows at the mention of Morden, but he decides to play along with what the hacker wants. He swiftly types a response:

[Got it. I'll retrieve the data and send it to the provided coordinates ASAP.]

He lets out a soft hum before gently placing his phone next to his laptop and proceeding to search for the location of Hope's Peak Academy.