I'm aware some servers were created dedicated to rp in the past, and as some may be averse to off-site rp, it may potentially limit specific participation. However, I believe it would be interesting to attempt something divergent from our current methodology of determining the global plot and setting. Moreover, i'd rather have something I have more control over for my more serious plots. I already have a server i'm using for my general endeavors, so i'll drop an invite here and see what I can get going. Depending on what everyone thinks, I may just leave it as another generic "look at me I own a server" server and make another one a month later. https://discord.gg/PTHscC6

<i>Without any input of your own, you would be prompted to download a program on the nearest electronic device regardless of whether you owned it or not. Upon launching the program, the elctronic device would emit sparks of binary code which quickly transfromed the device into a door, slowly tilting upright and floating away from you. The atmosphere around you would become the lobby of GYM, with a giant chrome crevice off to the side. A middle-aged, balding man with round spectacles and a labcoat operates a console in front of the crevice, a structure reminiscent of Stonehedge forming over the entire space the depression encompassed. He jumps on the nearest stone and draws his lightsaber, knocking it against the rock eagerly. </i>

<i>Just east of the Shibuya 109 laid a seemingly quaint gun shop. Upon entering, nothing unusual would be immediately noticed. The store was modestly sized, with a few shelves storing various accessories and ammo in the centre of the space. A couple mannequins were also set up on the side of the room opposite the counter, donning assault vests. Behind the counter itself was a balding, middle-aged man with round spectacles and a jarringly out-of-place lab coat. If one were to go to the end of the store opposite the end they went in, long-wise, they would notice an uncanny elevator located near various other doors leading to bathrooms and offices.</i>

<i>Itachi, the owner of a shady corporation, has recently traveled to Los Vegas after the reports of a violent monster attacking gamblers came to light. After briefly investigating a ravaged casino, Itachi was able to uncover a victim of an attack, giving him a clue as to the identity of the suspect after an autopsy was performed. He prepares for a confrontation by secretly contacting mercenaries beforehand, giving them a brief explanation of their mission. He has explained to them that they were to meet outside the target's house, whose address he disclosed, early in the morning in order to minimize his chance of escape.</i> <b>This thread will cover a single battle, following an ATBish system. At least once per day I will update, ignoring everyone who hasn't posted. You will also need to give a brief description of your character's abilities as well as defining what role they primarily fall into (DPS, Tank, Healer, Support, Balanced). At least one DPS is necessary. Handicap adjustment is available with consensus.</b> <i>Itachi waits outside the elegant mansion, holding his hand out to it for a moment. Tapping his feet impatiently, he crosses his arms and leans back against the extravagant gate while he waits for his mercenaries to arrive. </i>

Rules: No Eihara <i>Should your travels take you here, you find yourself encountering a curious scene outside a vibrant casino near a run down neighborhood of Las Vegas. The regularly colorful neon signs outside the establishment lie broken and shattered, the shards of glass still lying fresh on the ground. The bystanders lie in a vegitative state, either being unable to process their surroundings or blatantly ignoring the scene and walking past it. The door was naturally baricaded with a caved in infastructure, standing in the path of a scholarly old man in white jacket known to few as Itachi. He furrows his brow and cocks his head, adjusting his spectacles before he slaps a piece of paper om the wall adjacent to the rubble with large bold letters reading &quot;'HUNTING' JOB INSIDE&quot;. He then leans back against the wall and casually sips a bottle of water, glancing at any passerbys.</i>

<i>Leblanc was set up for a halloween party, the ordinarily formal businessman attending behind the counter dressed up as Dr. Finkelstein, complete with wheelchair and inethical experimentation. Besides the ordinary menu, he had prepared treats modeled after certain fantastical horrors, as well as decorations that somehow invoked personal trauma. Indeed, Itachi had sparred no expense in conducting the most invasive research so as to create the most horrifying experience possible, tailored to the personal experiences of any patrons that may enter.</i>

<i>Through no will of your own, you were given a mission. Whether it be transmissioned on youe cell phone (which it would be should you have one one hand), broadcasted to your television or sent to you through a fax machine, a virtual halogram would intrude in the same space as you. The man being projected stood in a gentlemenly manner with his hands behind his back, maintaining an intimidating posture. He furrowed his brow, the round spectacles on his face somehow intensifying his glare. He spoke in a serious, direct way, making no visible movement save that of his lips.</i> &quot;This message will not repeat, so listen closely. You have been selected for a vital mission, along with a few other candidates assuming they may answer the call. Should you succeed, you will be rewarded with a base compensation of ten million yen. Of course, the transaction will be private, so it will be subject to federal taxation. In addition to this, you may be rewarded based on your efficiency. As for the actual summary of the mission, you will be required to travel to the Zarutora private institution in the Zeekai district of Cyberhama, the city neighboring Tokyo. All expenses for this trip will be paid, as well as the one back. Your mission will be to defend the school at costs. Should whatever equipment you have not suffice, we will be willing to supply you with whatever you deem necessary at no additional charge. If I have successfully piqued your interested, you may board the flight at (coordinates) at 5 am tommorrow morning. You may also go just for further inquiries. Forgive the haste, for time us of the essence. This concludes this message.&quot; <i>Should one go to the location disclosed, they will find themselves in the parking lot of an extravagent airport seemingly owned by someone affluent enough to use it exclusively privately, since it had no patrons nor evidence that it ever did, save that of a threatening stranger garbed in a military grade assault jacket showing off the darkest shade of black. Heavy shades obscured his brow, but his solemn lips gave off an air of professionalism. He stood by the entrance, motioning for you to discreetly approach.</i>

<i>Tokyo, the lively capital city of Japan, was home to millions of lively citizens. Along with the hustle and bustle of everyday life, the city also faced an invisible crisis. Malevolent spirits roam the city like they own it, unseen to all except the bravest who dare to gamble their lives in combat of all who invade this world and scourge the lands as if it were their own. Perhaps the strangest thing about this city was not the prescence of constant threats, but the absence of them. Suspiciously, fewer and fewer demons, yokai and monsters dared show their face lately. It was as if a bigger predator had scarred them all away, one cunning enough to evade detection from both citizens and braves alike. Of course, this was all conjecture and with nothing to go on, the people who normally kept the streets safe were left with nothing to do but twiddle their thumbs and sightsee. Whether this was a blessing or curse was soon to be made clear, as everyone who possessed the faintest trace of bravery in them could only groan as their head began to ache slightly, but just enough to make one feel uneasy.</i>

<i>In the border east of Shibuya, the ground began to expand and contort as if a tectonic plate was being moved, albeit no earthquake resulted from it. The land on both sides of the border rapidly drifted further apart, a mysterious digital yet hyper-realistic mass of ground filled the gap left behind. From this floor a city began to arise instantaneously, filled with various brand name stores and businesses such as Cafe Leblanc, the Sun Mall, Game Cave, McDonald's and Burger Kyubey. In addition, one would find that the regular consequences of reality did not appear here, meaning they would not die, even of starvation or being killed.</i>

<i>With only vague recollection of how he got to this moment, Hikaru stands on the edge of a Colosseum, the rock opposite to him bloody and beaten. Itachi descends from a magic escalator leading straight into the center of the arena. He confronts the victor and stands in front of them, clapping his hands together.</i> &quot;Congratulations, Hikaru Michi, for felling many opponents up to this point. I suspect you will face many more opponents in the future, and will come out triumphant time and time again. I deem you worthy of going on to face bigger and better trials. Thus, do I bestow upon you the right to attune to the Infinite Messiahs.&quot; <i>He holds out his hands slowly, the tips of the plasma blade appearing out of the palms of his once clapped hands. He then grabs the hilt and thrusts the blade into the ground in front of Hikaru.</i> &quot;With this light, you shall attain infinite potential. Use it wisely.&quot;