Auragreedia

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also @Auragreedia Morgan greatly overestimates Teresa's delicate sensibilities LOL

@Stanifly

Nothing wrong with a good cop, bad cop routine LMFAO love how you're playing Teresa, she's awesome

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Lost in Translation

@Tlazolteotl@silver21@Stanifly

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Morgan pauses for a moment as the employee stops at the table.

"Way I see it," she says, "what's there to lose? Either nothing changes and you stay here, or something does. And maybe you won't need this place anymore."

He resists the urge to raise an eyebrow and remains quiet, he'd let Sirpa and Teresa dictate the conversation for now. Seemed like a better idea than letting a half-drunk, half-somewhat-pissed-off cowboy with a delicate situation such as this. But it was strange. This was the first time an employee or person-- excluding his little group-- spoke some actual sense.

Then the song changes, it's not the same. He tries to look at the mass of dancing bodies again, see if they shifted to the new beat. Whatever he observes, he looks back at the drink set in front of him courtesy of the employee and stares it. He wasn't gonna drink a damn thing in here, too much risk, too weird.

"Sure you already overheard my introduction earlier, but I'll say it again for the lady over 'ere," he extends a hand to Teresa, "name's Morgan. Got blasted through a wall, into a bar, 'n' now I'm here."

He returns his attention back to the name: it seems even his writing was effected similarly to the rest of what he's seen. There was more ground to be tread here, more sense to be made. They couldn't even get the poor man's name without some odd interference. The writing is fine, guy has neat handwriting; sentences are mostly understandable 'cept for a single confused word replacing another, but his actual name? Devolves into the same crap the rest of the bar-goers spoke excluding the one employee from earlier.

He taps a metal finger on the table and rests his head in his hand.

Still not enough to complete the puzzle.

"Know it probably ain't your real name," he muses, "but, Westbound makes for a mighty fine moniker, don't it?"

(CLOSED) Avatar - Superpower RP

The cat meows at you and jumps into your lap when it's close enough. Whether you pet it or not, you can tell it's white fur is fluffy, and oddly clean if it's a stray. Didn't seem like a neighbor's pet at least, though you rarely visited your parents' home with your newfound stability. It paws at your phone curiously and stares at you with beady eyes. Perhaps it senses your sadness--it cuddles into your chest with a loud purr.

You have a distinct feeling that your father won't be seeing you out, nor your mother, but should you feel it right to say goodbye, the front door is unlocked.

The wind is particularly chilly this afternoon, and the grass seems to rush to the side. For a moment, you swear you see something fly by, and the cat seems to see it too, but it's gone faster than you can examine. The cat stares at you again, keeps pawing at your phone, your chest, and meows at you as if trying to say something.

(CLOSED) Avatar - Superpower RP

Sorry for how long it took to send, and how small it is. I've spent many nights trying to get it done but kept falling asleep and losing progress:/

I'm just glad to finally get something out for you!
I'll colour the text shortly:)

@Jamz

All good, take your time! I've been kinda busy anyhow, so I don't really mind. I don't mind shorter replies either, it's a casual RP after all haha

I'll get to responding later tonight or sometime next week!!

@iibread Any progress on the CS so far? Sorry for leaving you hanging for so long. This is my trainer ID in case you wanna friend me on uma musume (global server) btw: 306 836 129 593

Looking to blow off some steam and build writing skills

Welcome to the guild!

If you're in need of a 1x1 partner, I wouldn't mind doing the serious vampire hunter x whimsical vampire one with you!
I'm not really a 1x1 RPer normally though, so just bare with me if you take me up on the offer lol

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@Tlazolteotl yeppp, it's been rough lol. By the way, could we get a hint for this catharsis? I can only mildly piece it together atm, but I'm still unsure as to how to solve it

What Are You Listening To?

Dreamer's Sea: A High School RP inspired by the Persona Series (Dead)

Katsuragi Rin

Masuda High School

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Regardless of whether or not the strange computer girl paid her any mind, Rin is quick to pack up her things the minute the bells rang. Her first draft was mostly finished--she'd have to work on it more during her next few classes; she decided that Shiro Amakusa was the most important figure, somehow being the same age as her yet accomplishing so much. She never knew people her age could be so influential. Could she be like him someday? Probably not, the days of the Shimabara Rebellion long over, and honestly? She'd probably cry if she had to speak to so many people.

Rin grips her bag straps after packing away her finished bento. This school wasn't nothing like what she saw on TV, it was kind of weird.

Then again, the whole school was a little weird. Maybe it didn't mean anything, maybe it did. Rin spends a few seconds or so observing the school staff--particularly the head lunch lady, before leaving the cafeteria as the crowd died down. Maybe she'd try the school lunch someday, it'd put less stress on her mom, and it didn't look that bad.

By the time she makes it to class, her usual windbreaker is off like nothing even happened. She crosses her arms and feels a chill; she'd just have to bear with it until the day was over.

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Lost in Translation

@Tlazolteotl@silver21@Stanifly

Morgan nods. "Oh, you don't wanna know the half of it. Look at the words, listen to the people; ain't none of it makes a lick 'o' sense. Names of the drinks they got? Imported Genuine Tuesdays, Draft Envelope, and whatever the hell else. Could probably find a bottle on the shelf named Rusty Cat Liquor."

Piecing two halves of this together: nothing except the man seemed real or sensible. He can speak, but can't. The club venue is never-ending. The people in the club could speak, but nothing they said made sense. Even names of drinks were scattered as if some kind of sub-conscious stream of info.

Morgan figured he'd just wait for Sirpa to get a response before properly introducing himself to Teresa. Seemed like the right thing to do anyhow. The situation clearly wasn't his area of expertise.

Dispatch: Welcome to SDN!

Eclipse

SDN Claremont

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Eclipse watches as Lightning Girl speaks with Payback. So that's who his other teammate was. Interesting. He squints his eyes at Payback, then looks back at Lightning Girl. There was a big difference between the two, aside from the obvious: one dressed like a hero and acted the part; the other didn't.

He shrinks a bit as Lightning Girl moves her attention to him.

Okay, wow. Either it was the whole electricity thing or her costume, but she is bright.

"Suppose you're a shadowy kinda crack lord." Lightning Girl chirpily observed, watching him. "Straight up vampire, or just umbrakinesis though?"

He stares at her blankly as she puts on a set of rubber gloves. It takes him about 30 seconds before he finally responds. He steps a little closer to the light, just an inch or so, but enough to prove a point. "Just an umbrakinetic. Would you have preferred a vampire?"

"And for the record, I had to quit dealing," he huffs. Phoenix Program paid well, at least, but he made more dealing drugs with Red Ring, "They wouldn't let me in unless I did." He doesn't move back, but the corner's shadows seem to catch up to him; a demonstration of his power, albeit a simple one. Also, he didn't like the stale office lights.

The empty Cheeto bag crinkles a bit. He cleans his hand with a napkin before shoving it into the bag; he'd throw it out later.

"You alright?" She asked, an open question to ask someone in withdrawal from doing drugs, but with a genuine bit of care.

Oh.

Oh.

That was a personal question for someone like him. Was it that obvious? He only looked at his reflection a few times before teleporting here, but he didn't notice any obvious withdrawal signs. Outside the bags under his eyes. And the fact that he was itching for some kind of dopamine hit. And the fact that he was quite literally getting weaker without his homemade drug.

It was that obvious.

He's half ready to blurt out a lie or a non-answer until he hears something he hasn't heard in a long time. Actual, real concern. That was new. And weird. Couldn't even remember the last time someone gave a shit about his health outside of his aging parents, and even then, it's been years since he last saw them.

"No." It comes out as a whisper. His helmet comes on immediately after, his voice now strange and metallic due to the voice changer he installed. "Do you have any more Cheetos?"

Was that the benefit of being a hero? People actually giving a shit about you? Did Red Ring care about him? Did Shroud? As far as he could tell, they did. About the drugs, at least, and he was one of the best dealers around. If anything, he was one of the luckier members, considering his suit didn't fall apart after whatever the hell happened to Shroud. He was lucky to not opt into any of those high-tech augments they offered; he preferred this kind of armor anyway, even if it was a hassle to work with.

Whatever. It didn't matter. As long as he did his job somewhat well, then bare minimum, he might be allowed to produce that darkness drug for himself again. That was all that mattered.

And their vending machine snacks.

He fucking loves the chips they have.