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You see there is something in this world called "luck". You know that force of nature that helps your chances of good fortune happening? Yeah that. Kiku was having none of that shit. Screw luck if it all was going to do was ruin his day. The little lightning mage was busy getting some weird magic glue out of his pointy hair. It just stucked in there, he knew he shouldn't have take that quest. "What the fuck, how does that work!?" Even though Kiku may look like a small, helpless little kid but he was anything but that. Really, he was just a little shit. He was a smart little shit though, he knew how to act flawlessly and how to create situations that were beneficial to him and yet he couldn't get fucking glue out of his hair. "Goddammit!" He cried out in... mild irritation. Let's just say that.

"Ren-kun! Help me out here! Don't sit there and do nothing! Stop laughing!" Kiku had probably the cutest pout on his childish face. You see, the two had to deal with this quest, they had to bring an escaped mental patient back to the Magic Council. Only problem was that the guy had actually had a fully functional, if not slightly busted, brain in his head. Go figure. He then shot at Kiku a bunch of blobs of white substances. Kiku had dodged most of it but got some at the tip of his hair, which pissed him off. If you pissed of Kiku, then expect either a really heavy beatdown or murder. Usually the latter. In the end however, the poor man was beaten to a bloody pulp since the Magic Council wanted him alive, heaven knows why. "The stupid son of a bitch probably used Web Magic or some shit." The brunette muttered out, did I mention he had quite the potty mouth? Funny how that worked, considering he used to speak with such an elevated pattern. In the end, however, Kiku just decided to quit while he was ahead.

Now they stood in the middle of an alley way in Haregon Town. He kicked the unconscious body once more for good measure, hearing only a good weak groan in response. Tch, that's what happens when you messed with Kiku Kunazumi. Hazel eyes narrowed to an almost grotesque degree but sighed before he looked at the bluenette who had just watched an almost homicide occur before him. Sadistic asshole. "So you have anything to help me carry this stupid fucker back to Era?" He asked his partner in catching crime, see, normally Kiku had less vulgar choices of words but this time, Kiku irritated beyond belief so he resorted to swearing like a sailor with a inferiority complex and no love life.

If that made any sense.
GOTTA BUMP THIS.
Awesomeness! I can't wait to see if other people are interested! :)
Well when I first ran it it was a very slice-of-life esque type of bakery. I had planned on doing the same thing again actually, I found it fun. Though, doing it again maybe it a bit boring so I might do something to spruce it up again. Probably something about it having magical properties or something.

But that's a majority vote so for now the default is a slice-of-life little soap opera type of RP.
So I once created a bakery RP on here. It was about a year ago and now I want to do it again! I'll be looking for CO-GM too. :)

In Fukushima, near the Fukushima Public High School, lies a humble little bakery under the name of Le Patseur. It's just opened and the manager is looking for help! If you have what it takes to come along then you can come and sign up for a job! Madame Lilacflour wants your help! If you have ANY cooking experiences then come in! Don't worry, even if you can't cook then we will help you! So sign up! Go for a job, have fun in our little Bakery! We are willing for anyone to try out!

-Le Pasteur



Is anyone interested?
Yes please. Imma be joining.
"Hiro-chan! I know that you haven't even started your break yet but do you mind coming back to help us out? It suddenly got busy! Sorry about that!" "Got it, got it..." He muttered begrudgingly. With that he walked out and shoved on his apron and put on the most charming smile he could for the customers he just loved serving. No one could resist his tan and his sweet smile, so good to everyone. Well that's what everyone thought and told him. He started to observe the customers that made their way in, oh look here come the fan girls. He stared for a minute before continuing to serve the customers. This was the wonders of working at a restaurant/bar complex, there were literally fanclubs dedicated to each and every member in the place. Then there were the fights. So this goddamn charade went on for a half hour. But then his eyes gazed over someone, there was a young man, oh... he had blue hair. He knew who that was. He walked over, a gave him a glance, or a light glare. Either way, when he opened his mouth, voice still calm. "Hey, Ren-san. How have you been? Ah, Tsugumi-san. I'll going on my break now. I'm Suguro-san will becoming in a few minutes. So if you may..." "Ah, of course Hiro-chan. No worries, go on your break." "Ahahaha, thank you." With that, he grabbed the man's arm rather roughly and dragged him through the restaurant. Reaching the staff back door, he let go of Ren's arm and went through the fridge. Ah, there it was, ice-coffee. He opened up the can, with a satisfying clink, he shoved it down his throat. The cool and wet drink ran down his throat, it was so refreshing. He then turned his glare, blue eyes looking more than a little pissed now. "Where the hell were you!?" they were the first thing that came out of Hiro's mouth, three weeks of not seeing him bugged the utter hell of him. "Are you crazy or something!? You have a phone for a goddamn reason! And three weeks and you don't even text me! I got really worried about you, you know!?" His inane rant was justifiable though, the man was basically an info broker, one wrong move and pretty little head could be on the floor covered in blood. But his gaze softened, his cobalt orbs dimmed out the rage and was replaced with something else. Caring feelings maybe? Love even? Yeah, no, this stuff wasn't love, it was just his mind playing tricks on him and he was simply worried. He thought. But he wrapped his arms around his friend, resting his head on his shoulder murmuring a few little words quietly. "I'm just glad you're okay though..."
"Oh, welcome to the store! I'm Hiroki Natsukawa. I'll be your waiter for today."

Ah the same old thing yet again. Everyone meet Hiroki, possibly one of the more nice guys in the restaurant. An enchanting voice many said he had. Soothing yet deep and seductive while still having the hint of innocent and polite charm. His good looks didn't mind helping him out either. Young and handsome and built body just barely hidden under the uniform he wears, needless to say it wasn't long before the fan girls started to popup. "So one bowl ginger rice, special fin soup and grilled beef? Yup that should be ready to go soon!" His energetic attitude and friendly smile made him a hit with the customers. As the beautiful chime signaled another customer had popped into the store, Hiro made his way to the back of the store to sit on a couch.

"Man, I'm beat..." He sighed out, he checked his phone. 11:20am it read. "I should stop coming to the store so early but of course..." He was here for him. The wonderful man that made his heart flutter every time he whispered into his ear to be careful, how every look directed at him made the world melt. "I'm stuck in this deep huh? He should be getting his ass here soon though." For now, he could sleep and take a nap for an hour. At least until his break ended. Whenever the might be...
Where was this? Oh right, his new school.

It already sucked. He had barely listened to the pretty boy champion speak on the podium, instead he was looking at his PokeEtch, checking to see if he got any new messages from Kasai. Not yet for now, he really should get back to his dorm. Where ever that is. He looked at the pamphlet in his hand, reading over the details of the place. He gave up staring at map and just went to go to his dorm. His little Glaceon following along, giving a small chill in the air as he walked by everyone, it's hairs becoming like needles and sharpening. Hum? Was something around him? He looked down at his poor feline and titled his head. It seemed on edge, but for the most part was okay. He shrugged casually and walked off to his dorm, checking his Poketch to see what dorm was he in. "Frosty, let's go. If you keep that up you'll get wrinkles. Ahaha!" The Pokemon let out an affirmative growl and started to prance along with her trainer.

"Ah, so I'm in the mixed dorms." He spoke as he walked up the stairs and onto the dimly lit hallway. Geez, they could at least get some lights around here. Ah, there it was his dorm... room? There was a Pokemon in front of him, one that he hasn't seen before. Was it guarding the door? He scanned the Pokemon, before realizing it was a Unovian Pokemon. Pawniard huh? "E-Excuse me. I this is my dorm room as well..." He gently stammered in a submissive manner before opening the door. Lord and behold, someone was already making themselves at home. A Kirlia... and Fletchling. "P-pardon the intrusion..." He tried to speak up, before Frostbite nudged him, knowing fully well that her trainer would probably be one of the best actors at PokeStar Studios.

He pulled down in his white shirt, adjusted his little oscar tie a little before resting his hands on the dark blue fabric on his legs. "Um.. Ah... I-I'm Kiku Kunazumi... It's... really, I mean... Um... I'm glad to... meet you..." He averted his gaze, looking off to the side and blushed very lightly. He lowered his head as well, creating the illusion that this evil sadistic mastermind was actually a very pure, very adorable, untainted and untouched young boy who didn't know the horrors of the world. Frostbite rolled her eyes and let out a puff of cool condensation. Right now, Kiku was the most cutest thing on earth. Who was also made out of purity and sweetness.

Yeah right.
I've always read it as Neville, mostly cause I was recently reading Harry Potter.

Counter running joke, he calls her Ms. Neville as well at times.
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