Last edited by Tigers and Dragons on Sun Dec 09, 2007 7:20 am, edited 13 times in total.

I can just hear it now. "Oh, god, rules? >O" Well, pity that. Thing is, I like my rps to be of good-ish quality. In order for that to happen, rules have to be set in motion. These are NOT subject to change, so you don't have to check them every day. On the off chance I have to ad a rule, trust me, there will be a notice placed to all the muns. Now then.

General Rules:

1. Seeing as Common Sense is somehow rare these days, this is the first rule:
FOLLOW ALL THE RULES. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO BEND OR BREAK THEM.

2. All rules of CR apply here:
If you are unfamiliar with them, they can be found here. I am going to stress a few of them. I wont point out what's being stressed: Im sure you can do that on your own. ^.^

3. Keep OOC to a minimum. If your OOC chat starts to overtake your roleplaying posts, use the PM system.

Roleplaying Rules:

1. While I don't expect everyone to write novel length responses, I do expect a little more effort than, "Hello everyone!" Try, instead, 'Phoenix walked in with a smile, nodding to Maya, before taking a seat on the bench.' Its longer, and gives us a little more to work with. Right now the current minimum length is four sentences.

2. All of your posts will be written in past tense (I.E. Gumshoe walked into the class and looked around suspiciously).
NOT: Gumshoe walks into the class.

3. All of your posts should be grammatically correct and spell checked. I don't care if you use British spelling or American; I use a bit of both myself. Just make sure that you spell it correctly. l33t and chtspeek will NOT be tolerated. Repeated disregard of these rules will result in a warning and a removal of your character.

4. You will never, I repeat never godmode in this RPG. For those of you who don't know what godmoding is, I shall tell you.

In my years of roleplaying, I have seen godmoding described in two ways:

A.) Having an 'uber' character who is overly powerful, and absolutely rules the combat zone. If your character is a master at every form of combat there has ever been, is the fastest person on the planet, the most intelligent person who ever lived, and their hair is never displaced while performing a triple flip on the tip of a ship's mast and juggling one handed... well, let's just say we need to discuss some things. Not only is this a character who will be an uberly powerful godmoder, they are also what is called a Mary Sue (Or Larry Stu). ((I will cover that in the next rule.))

B.) Controlling another person's character without their permission is a no-no. This is the other type of godmoding, and is the most common kind. If you absolutely have to control another person's character, make sure that you have talked it over with them, and state so in your post. Otherwise, there will be disciplinary action taken against you. We do not look kindly on godmoders, because it is cheating. This rule is in effect to ensure that people do not kill other characters without the permission of the character's owner.

An example of godmoding:

Tigre glared at Gumshoe, and suddenly punched him in the stomach, sending him flying across the room into the back of the bar.

Once again, I repeat: No! The correct way this should have been written is:

Tigre glared at Gumshoe, and sent his fist flying at him. He hoped it would connect, because he was just aching to wring this blighter's neck!

Now that that has happened, Gumshoe gets to decide if the punch connects, and he will decide if it sends him flying across the room, or if it just knocks him down. Then, he has a chance to retaliate in the same manner, allowing Tigre room to decide how she will react in turn.

C) Clairvoyance. Now, when you read a persons post, you obviously know what their character is thinking. BUT YOUR CHARACTER DOES NOT. Responding to a characters thoughts is a no-no. Unless your character possesses a mind reading ability, this won't be happening. And since I like keeping my thoughts mine, I wont be allowing any such characters anyway. So watch for this.

5. There will be no Mary Sues or Larry Stus in this RPG. A Mary Sue is a character who is practically perfect in every way. Ever character must have weaknesses. For example, most Pirates have a weakness for rum. Give them rum and many of them are reduced to blubbering piles of mush on your kitchen floor. No one is perfect in real life, and no one is perfect here, either.

6. Along with the Mary Sue, all Drama Queens and Kings will be promptly laughed out of the forum. Even though everyone has something wrong in their lives, they also have good things going for them, too. Therefore, you shall not be permitted to submit a character who's girlfriend left him for his best friend and ran over his dog as they drove away in his pickup to race the train in the pouring rain, which was consequently bringing his mother back from prison. No, this does not happen in real life; it only happens in Country Songs. (And in Giveaway threads on Gaia LMAO!!) Unless I wish to bring a character like that in specifically for a few laughs, we will have no characters like this.

7. If you have to write something in an RP post that is Out of Character, please specify that it is OOC by either writing"

OOC: [message]

((message))

As long as your message is pertaining to the topic in some way. You will not carry on conversations in OOC notes in the middle of an RP thread.

9.Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Be courteous and do not flame members, godmode their characters, or tell them that their writing 'sucks.' this is also a no-no, and you will be punished for such conduct.

10. ROMANCE is permitted. Straight or gay, I don’t care. But remember 14A. It starts getting graphic and its an autoban.

11. Have fun! These rules are very easy to follow, and if everyone reads them carefully and follows them, we should all have a good quality RPG!

[[Rules Compliments of Eternal Past and Aeris Morgan from Gaiaonline]]

I'm taking Phoenix. :D

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I call MAYA!
:D

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Right on, Im glad to see this is already moving. Just make sure you've read the full posts, as the backstory / rules are very important. I'll make my intro post as soon as we have a few more characters.

Now, a quick note:

I will PM the players certain tidbits. Some players will have OOC knowledge for their characters to feed on now and again, allowing for Psyche-Locks and other such things. Bit RP events wil be announced in the thread.

This seems to be very cool!
:D
I can't wait.
I should get into, MAYA mode...

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Salutations, all.
I'll be your Godot for this trip. *smiles*

Hullo, I'm Maya.

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The hardest part about playing Tigre is his accent...Im glad I've had practice with Gabriel xD

Once we have the remaining Needed characters, I'll place my opening post. ^.^

Now then: No more posting until those characters are had.

XD His accent? It's easy.

WHAD'YOUSE GUYS LOOKIN' AT!?

... That's the only part I could ever say in real life. XD

But I can be Phoenix. :D It's fun being Wright.

(EDIT: Sorry, didn't see the "No more posting".)

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*Breaks her own No Posting rule*

Also, to those of you who've already joined, if you can help loop in a Viola, Gumshoe, and Bruto so we can get started, that would be wonderful <3

*Posting now OFF: And remember the big words: PM your Applications*

[[Okay, we don't have a Gumshoe, but Im sure one will turn up soon. Im going to post the introduction that we see explained in the first post, and we'll work from there.]]

Seven hundred and fifty grand...tha's a lot o money... The Tiger found himself thinking once again, as he shifted through a mess of papers on his perpetually chaotic desk. It had been almost a week since the white haired prosecutor had stepped into Tender Lender for his massive loan. Almost a week of total confusion and constant questioning on the Tiger's part. Why in all the hells would Godot need that kind of money? Why did he keep avoiding the subject? How'd he manage to weasel the money without explaining himself right?

These, along with a dozen or so other questions bounced about in Tigre's mind, but not a single one ever got an answer, which just led to more questions. He and Godot were mates. What was all this about hiding crap? Since when did they hide crap from each other? Hell, Godot had known the whole damn time in the trial that Maggey'd been set up. Tigre himself ha told him one night while they'd been screwing around on the X-Box. Course, he'd been rather drunk at the time too, but still! He hadn't hidden anything from Godot, so where did Godot get off hiding shit from the Tiger?

"Arrgh, I ain't gonna sit fo' this." Tigre growled, slamming don the papers in annoyance and grabbing his coat. Without a word to Viola, who was eying him oddly, Tigre stormed off into the chilly night, aiming for Godot's. He was muttering angrily, thinking of all the ways to just force it out of the prosecutor. "Bin playin nice long enough. Give'n 'im 'is space an all." His mumbling continued, and he vaguely noticed people crossing the street to avoid him. Since half the time people did this anyway, he didn't tie it to the fact he was talking outloud angrily to himself, like some mad drunk.

Arriving at Godot's flat, Tigre pounded on the door. No answer. He pounded again, then growled and took out his keychain, where a spare to Godot's flat was located. Yet, when he turned it, he found he wound up locking the door rather then unlocking it. This was very odd indeed. Even when he was home, Godot locked his door. This area wasn't exactly Beverly Hills. Frowning even more now, Tigre slipped inside.

"'Ello? Godo----?" Tigre trailed off, staring in stunned stupidity at the scene before him. It wasn't the mess that go to him; Godot's place was always completely trashed. Video games strewn all over floors, couches and tables, cigarette butts and trays just about everywhere...mess was the norm at Godot's flat, and it tended to be worse at Tigre's. No, no, what bothered him was the sight of Godot's visor, sitting on the perfectly clean couch. Since when is tha couch EVER clean?? He thought, going over. And since when does he go round withou this?

Tigre bent, very worried now. Godot was all but blind without this visor, something he had learned a while back. He picked up the metal device gingerly, and looked around. There was no sign of Godot anywhere. A quick check of the small flat proved that Godot was not in the building. Now, Godot never left without his visor; hell, the only time the man took it off was when he went to sleep, and even then he sometimes forgot to do so. These were also things Tigre had learned over time. He reached for the phone to dial the prosecutor's cell, and dialed. He got the machine on the first ring, meaning it was either off...or broken.

Shaking his head, Tigre set the visor back down, and left.

---Two Days Later---

It had been two days since Tigre had found the Godot-less visor. Checking in on the white haired man showed that he had failed to show up for work three days in a row. Quite worried now, Tigre spoke to Viola. They both deduced Godot's disappearance had to do with the money. Promising the disgruntled Tiger she would look into it, Viola slipped off to contact her grandfather. Yet not even the great Bruto seemed to be able to dig anything up, and it was now five days since Godot first stopped showing up for work.

A week ago, Godot had borrowed 750,000 from Tender Lender. Two days later, he stops showing up for work. Three days after his first no-show, Tigre found the visor. All this added up to something bad, and Tigre knew it. Speaking to Bruto personally, he and the mob boss came up with a quick 'combine-forces' truce in order to find the missing prosecutor as quickly as possible, and ensure his safety. Of course, the end of the deal was, it was Tigre who was going to have to suck it up and get the other side of the forces.

Standing outside Wright and Co. Law Offices, Tigre repeated over and over in his head that this was only fair, since Bruto had the whole underground searching. When that still didn't get his feet up the stairs, he told himself it was for Godot. That got him moving. All the way to Phoenix's door. Where he paused, yet again, turned as though to leave again, then turned back and knocked.

"Oi, Phoenix Wright! Rel one! 'Is the Tiger, open up!" Tigre barked, making himself as big as possible. He figured he'd probably have to bully the man into helping him. A saying of Godot's floated to his mind, and he forced himself to just look normal (still fairly terrifying :|), and waited for Phoenix to open his office door.

Phoenix was busy shifting through papers upon papers about the trial he just completed. He had, once again, gotten his client declared innocent, but it was one mess of a case. He heard the knocking, and then the voice of someone he knew. Oh no, tell me I'm just imagining things here. There's no WAY it can be HIM...

He sighed, and stood up, dusting himself off. He had been sitting down for quite a while, and waited a slight moment for the feeling to come back into his legs before he walked slowly to the door. He hesitated before opening the door and seeing none other than Furio Tigre standing in front of him. He stifled a huge groan at the sight of him, and went on to say, "What do you want?"

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There were a lot of things Tigre wanted right about now, and most of them were out of the question. So, giving his best kicked puppy look, (and a very good one it was) Tigre found himself replying,

"D'awh, don' look at me like tha' Wright. I on'y came ere cuz I knew youse was best for the job. It's a compliment, aye?"

Sucking ass was generally not in the job description. Well, not until he'd had to work for Bruto. Nowadays, Tigre could make a killing off of his puppy face alone.

Phoenix rose an eyebrow. He knew this side of Tigre; the only way he could get through to some people, and his final attempt to get himself out of trouble in court that very day...

"Nothing is a compliment coming from someone who imitated me. Now what do you want?"

Phoenix was waiting as patiently as he could; he imagined slamming the door in the fake's face, just to have some satisfaction, but he relented.

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Tigre's face slipped for the briefest second, but instantly puppy mode was back on.

"Look, I know youse don't like me much, but this is for Godot, awrigh?" the Tiger reached into his coat pocket and took out something very carefully wrapped in linen. It had been Viola's idea - as they didn't know all its purposes and functions, they also didn't know what would happen if the visor froze, so it seemed best not to take risks.

Hesitantly, Tigre held it out to Phoenix. It didn't feel right, giving his mates eyes to a man they both had no reason to love. Why Godot hated Wright so much was beyond Tigre, but it had rubbed off a bit. Nonetheless, if he was going to get Wright's trust, then he was going to have to give some of his own.

"It's his visor," he explained. "Found it at his place, right' after he stopped comin' in ta work."

"Godot?" Phoenix instantly felt a wave of shock flow through his body. Godot? The man who hated him? Tigre was coming to ask for his help in finding Godot? He gently took the tinfoil, and opened it - it was his visor. "...What's the difference if he doesn't have it?" asked Phoenix. "What does it do for him?"

(This is pre-3-5 right? If so, that's why he doesn't know yet. Just checking.)

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((Yes, thats right))

Tigre's puppy face transformed into one much more real, making it all the more effective. Had he known how effective honest emotion could be, he probably would have used it more often. A look of true, honest worry, mingled with fear and confusion was etched on the Tiger's face now.

"E' cannaugh' see without that." Tigre answered, choosing honesty in his worried state. "Blind as a bat, he is. Be like a cripple withou' is cane, ya'know? On'y worse."