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6 mos ago
Current new FFXIV EX fight sucks ass.
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8 mos ago
There's a difference between the ability to be social, and the desire to be social. I function perfectly fine going outside and talking to people, but that doesn't mean I *like* doing either.
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11 mos ago
...dad?
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1 yr ago
Pepsi and Milk, also known as an affront to everything good in this world. And my tastebuds.
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1 yr ago
Pilk seems to be trending, so I tried it. Anyone who tells me this is a good drink is no longer a person I wish to associate with.
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The day that Moss was hanged, eight others were cut down,
And when the graves had all been dug, the queen rode out of town.

(I have a badly written 1x1 check if you want to know what kind of person I am.)

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A knife's edge.
Oh I love persona. I just might, keep me in the loop.
I wrote a whole lot of nothing, woohoo!

But yeah, didn't really know of anything Nico could do so I just placed her at school and I'll wait on whatever chance I can get to jump on something.
Was the choice you made the right one?

To trust a stranger so readily, in this time of trial...

To obtain your wish, will you do anything?

Betray the trust you so readily extend?

Is this Hex Night what you desire?


~~Nico~~

Nico rose from her slumber, eyes flickering open to witness the gently shifting rays of light swaying against the roof of her room. She pushed herself up, leaning against her bed's support. She looked around her room, still as messy as it always was. The girl's muscles were slightly sore from what happened yesterday. Even if she'd come home exhausted, and even if her parents were upset for it, she didn't get a moment to skimp out on studying. Not that any of it stuck with her, not with the weight of the situation on her shoulders still. The Hex Night...

"...I'm weak, huh?" she muttered to herself after thinking back to the purple-haired girl she witnessed. Her power was intense; despite not witnessing it, Nico could feel it surpassing her by a thousand fold. Even if Nari helped her out, could she win against an opponent like that? Not only that, but was it even right to rely on Nari? It's good to have made a friend, but eventually they'd have to fight too. Just like her dream said. Could she fight another magical girl like that? Nico looked to her window. It was a little tilted, making her curtains sway in the light breeze. A shadow moved from behind it. Bird noises came from the opening. Life didn't ponder things like she did... and sitting still wasn't going to change anything.
Nico smiled politely to everyone passing her by. It was fun to see how there was always somebody new on the same road. This time, a couple only a year or two older than her. They were awfully relaxed and nonchalant about everything. The duo ignored their surroundings almost entirely, after all. Nico could keep staring at the two of them and neither would notice, not even as she naturally got closer as she continued on her way. The two of them were engrossed with each-other's eyes. A few giggles from the woman after some teasing by the man. A snuggle as she passed by. Nico averted her gaze, tilting it down to hide the soft smile that formed at the sight. She wasn't particularly desperate or anything. Seeing two people like that just made her feel warm. It was nice to see people being happy with each-other. Some just don't have a need for shades.

"I wonder if there's someone who likes me that way...?"

Nico's thoughts were interrupted by a soft meow coming from just behind her. She stopped and looked down to her right, seeing the oh-so-familiar burmilla strutting confidently up to her feet. It muzzled against her leg, making the girl let out a sigh. "Really... you show up at the worst times, you know?" she complained, but her face told a different story. Nico crouched down to scratch the kitty behind its ears, being met with a purr of delight. Before she knew it, the cat suddenly jumped into her arms, causing Nico to nearly stumble backwards. "A-ah!" she grunted, trying to gain a hold of her footing. She complained that "you should really be more careful," when it came to talking to the cat, but couldn't find it in her heart to just put it down again. So, while awkwardly holding her bag alongside the chubby creature, Nico tried her best to carry it for a while. Her one hand was free enough to pet its head still, so the little troublemaker didn't complain too much.

By the time Nico arrived at school, the cat had already gone again. Any troubles or worries she might've had were always lifted whenever she saw it. Maybe it showed up because she was worried about something. Cats are pretty smart, after all. Not that the kitty was particularly hard to read, either. The little mischief maker was always vying for attention. All in all, though, she could enter the school in high spirits and felt refreshed during the lessons. One of said lessons talked about international folklore and asked the class to share one they knew. Several ones passed by. Some were more mordern, like the monster of Loch Ness, while ancient ones talked about King Arthur and the like. One of them was about a witch that could transform into a cat. She could only do it nine times before being stuck as one, though, which was the origin of a cat's nine lives. The Cat Sith. It stood out to Nico because, well... it was a little awkward to hear about a magical cat lady when she was, in fact, a magical cat lady.

(I wonder if she was a magical girl, too...?)
I'm not dead. At least, not physically.

Plenty busy with other stuff and no direct inspiration for this, so just popping in to show I'm not (intentionally) ghosting.

You're not the only ones I'm pulling this on, tho, so dw about it.
1,5 hours into YIIK. I love this game for every reason I shouldn't. Its terribly written, gaudy, full of minor graphical errors that add up, nonsensical use of present and past tense, the combat is inconsistent and terrible and overall it's a really terrible time to be had with a videogame. Everyone should play this game, it's so fun to tear it apart while being so little fun to play.

I mean, seriously, I still don't get whether this is happening as a flashback or in real-time as the game's contradicting itself at every step. Also random shit just happens with no explanation sometimes, other times with no reaction but most of the time with both. Seriously, I still don't know why Panda was where he was, how he can talk, where the fuck he's being stored or who he even is. He just shows up randomly as an item and I'm doubtful the game's ever going to explain him at the rate we're going.

Everyone should play YIIK. It's so bad it's good.
Oh I didn't know I totally forgot to reply to the most recent topic. Dipshit = me.

I sure as shit tend to gravitate towards certain genres more than others, but I tend to play everything at some point. I've already been in a wide variety of different types of RP, but the most common link between them is probably this overarching "Fantasy" feel to them. I'm a big sucker for magic of any kind, so settings with that in it grab my attention more than those that don't. General weebery is also always encouraged.

I find it much easier to pin-point what I don't like to play, honestly. I don't really like anything to do with military, post-apocalypse or generally "Reality but slightly fucked/the same" of any description. I won't play a setting that's just "Imagine these real people having real lives" since like, I can get that from everyone around me. I like exploring characters in a world that isn't ours, whether is be an almost comedic concept like shipgirls or something more low-key like a general fantasy setting with its own rules and boundaries. Not being tied to our modern day life is a good thing for me.

Also, y'know, anything Yu-Gi-Oh. I'm kind of the resident YGO guy around here.
It hurt.

Having your skin punctured over and over to reach the depths of your tissue really hurt. A needle kept burrowing itself into Serah’s skin at breakneck speeds, slowly trickling down her cheek while all she could do was grit her teeth and bear the hellish experience. She knew what she was in for ahead of time, but nothing could prepare her for the grueling agony she had to endure. How much longer was this torture going to go on for? It felt like ages ago it started, with no end in sight.

“...C’mon, Ser. It’s not that bad,” the muscled woman seated next to her plainly commented. She lifted the tattoo gun from Serah’s face, then shoved a small, handheld mirror in front of her.

"Cypher… couldn’t you be a little more careful?! What would my boyfriend think if he saw how barbaric you were with my face… honestly!" the energetic girl replied. She wanted to puff up her cheeks in defiance, but the burning aftertaste of the freshly painted image clued her in to let it rest a little before trying to massively alter the shape of her visage. Even talking made it sting a bit more than usual. Serah took the mirror from Cypher and turned her head slightly to the right, to inspect her new tattoo. It was a pink heart with ribbon-like wings.

"Mou… it’s super cute, but the jumper really ruins it. Being back in my normal clothes would suit this so much better..." she complained.

“Knowing the way Boss smothers you, Ser, I don’t think you’d have any problems getting those in here as well.”

Serah turned back and giggled. It was weird to think Cypher looked so scary back when Serah was transferred into the prison… well, everyone did, really. Despite the prison being female inmates only, Serah didn’t know women could look so… butch and augmented. The one she’s staring at is practically a cyborg! Half her skull and the entire right arm, all the way up to the shoulder, is entirely cybernetic. The constantly adjusting red orb of an eye and otherwise buff physique didn’t really help matters. Serah got to know them, though. Not just Cypher, but everyone else too.

"Thanks for this, Cypher... It means a lot-"

“Cut the crap. It’s your birthday, ‘least I could do was give you a gift. Especially now that I won’t get to see your cute face around soon,” the rough woman said with a wink.

"Oooh, don’t remind me! It sucks I’m the first one to leave! You all deserve so much more than me, and it’s only a few days until I have to say goodbye!" Serah complained. She threw herself backwards on the bed they were both sitting on, staring up at the light on the ceiling. The light illuminating her prison cell. It was weird how this facility had separated beds instead of bunks for the inmates, but it’s not like it got any more comfortable. Even the bunks back at base laid less like they were made of solid steel- and they literally were! "I’m not sure if they even want me back after what I did, but… I’m going to show them the new me. No use in being hung over what’s already happened!" Serah said. She heard the buzzing of the jail cell’s barrier field suddenly vanish and shot up to look. A guard was there, staring wordlessly at the inmates.

“Looks like that’s our cue to go,” Cypher remarked while pushing herself off the bed. Serah scooted up as well, following along with the guard’s orders. Strangely, every cell was empty on the way to wherever they were going.

"Hey, what’s up with that?" she whispered to the other woman, who didn’t bother to comment. Eventually, the two were lead to the door of the dining hall. When it slid open, Serah was greeted with a loud cheer. "...huh? What?"

In front of her were nearly all of the other inmates. Some older, some younger, but all of them with a visage that matched the severity of the crimes they were put in jail for. On one of the tables in the middle were a few cakes. They were circled around a bundle of coloured candles, tied together, like you’d see inside of the birthday cake of a small kid. It took Serah a few moments to process everything over the loud singing and cheering everyone was doing, but before it could all sink in, she felt a strong tug pulling her into a hug.

“Happy birthday, princess!” a deep voice congratulated her. The owner of it ruffled her already messy hair and the girl had trouble breathing from being pulled so tightly against someone’s body. She eventually managed to wriggle free, gasp in some air, then looked up at this mysterious entity. Not that she didn’t know already; this overly affectionate display wasn’t a first. It was none other than 'Boss' herself. Ring leader of the local mafia voluntarily become inmate, pulling the prison’s strings more than they pulled hers.

"M-Mara… did, did you do this?" Serah stuttered.

“Of course, princess! I would’ve done even more if I could,” the older lady, ridden with alien-like tattoos and various scars, replied.

Even if Serah reminded her so much of the daughter she lost, Mara went too far for her sake… it wasn’t fair. But even Serah’s not dense enough to see she reignited the flames in that woman’s heart, long after she’d resolved to waste away in here. Another inmate, half their head shaven with the other forming a fringe over one of their eyes, their face full of piercings, approached Serah soon after. They gave her a small, woolen doll in the form of a little red robot.

"Made you a doll of that robot-thing you talked about. I don’t remember a lot of it, but I tried making it the way you told me it looked."

"Ah…! No way, you tried knitting Atty?!"

The little doll didn’t look exactly like Serah’s framewerk, being a lot more cube-ey than the real thing, but this woman, Tanya, did include two pairs of comically oversized, orange bat wings. Sure, it didn’t look like the real thing, but Tanya only picked up knitting from Serah a short while back. The girl thought it could help with the anger issues that got her locked up in the first place, and now the woman made her something so nice...

But it wasn’t just Tanya. Everyone who Serah helped gave her something. Rally, with scars all across her body from drug and alcohol consumption, who Serah recalled stories with about the greatest drunken pilot she’s ever seen, gave a drink she had stashed for emergencies. Axia, a teenager her age struggling with parental abandonment, confided with Serah’s personal struggles long ago and now gave a portrait she’d drawn. Serah recalls when she started being called ‘princess’ by the boss, after helping out everyone here. It made her sad to go, to leave everyone behind like this. Just when they got a new lease on life.

“Hey, princess,” Serah heard. She whipped her head back around to Mara. Her eyes widened.

"This is... one of the newest mini holos!" she whispered, looking back up to the older woman.

"Couldn’t let you go without a gift of my own, right?" she replied with a wink. Serah was beginning to crack up.

"E-Everyone… thanks for my best birthday ever!"
@NuttsnBolts Alteady dropped it my man.

Thought I stayed on topic, though.
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