BCTheEntity

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Woah, was Jack getting territorial? 'Ease up, man,' Boris exclaimed, continuing to pull the old man out of the building along with Jack, 'I wasn't tryin' to steal any credit. Knowing this guy, we ain't gonna get any benefits for saving the guy. Like as not, he'll just yell at us for not savin' him quicker, then tell us to get back to work as usual.' His voice was a tad bitter as he spoke that latter sentence. Why was he bothering to be altruistic for Albert, again?

...well, he guessed somebody had to be. Maybe the greasy fart of a man would improve his lousy attitude over time.

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

Bisuto Ketsu

@Gardevoiran@TheRedWatcher

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Whoops. Shit, maybe he'd gone too far with that. Was her... yep, her nose was bleeding. Bugger, that was going to cause problems in a bit... oh also, Yuno was holding her like a dancer, so that was something she had over him. Alright, he could resolve the nosebleed, and gain points for it.

'Mizuki-san, could I get some napkins, please?' he asked politely, taking the napkins from the napkin holding contraption anyway- he'd never learned whether those had their own name- and bringing them over to Mika, taking her out of Yuno's arms and lowering her gently to ground level, before dabbing just a bit at her bloody face...

...oh, that smelled great... like... sweeter than sugar, even... better not sniff too hard, just in case somebody noticed...

'Are you alright, Mika?' he asked, this time putting some amount of concern into his voice, and likewise doing what Mika had suggested he do earlier and not using full honorifics with her. Honestly, that was much easier on him anyway. And if he happened to get a dab of blood on his thumb as he helped clean her up, well, he could always lick it off to clean his thumb. Not that he'd enjoy it overmuch, her being human and all, but...

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

I'ma gonna vote for Decoy, myself. Let's see who's REALLY behind the mask hologram!

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

Bisuto Ketsu

@Gardevoiran@TheRedWatcher

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Ohoho. Smooth, Yuno, smooth as anything. Moreso than himself, in fact. He'd have to up his game.

'But Miss Mika-san,' he lamented, taking her hand in his as she flailed it round, 'why would we lie? I'm sure, after all, that the glorious golden orbs that are your eyes would simply see right through us if we did.' And having said that, he gently raised her hand to his mouth and planted a kiss on the back of it, gazing deeply into her eyes as he did so. If that didn't get her blood running hot, nothing would.

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...well, shit. Maybe he would get a chance to use his plasma sword after all. Speaking of which, he pulled that out and held the still-closed item in his hand, just in case the water started rising. And... fuck, he hated the son of a bitch, but Albert paid him. What else was he gonna do?

'You'd better give me the biggest freakin' raise for saving your ass, buddy,' Boris muttered as he grabbed the unconscious manager and started dragging him along, away from the falling water. Shit, the guy was probably gonna be saved by somebody else looking for a raise anyway; it might as well be Boris who claimed it, right? And even if he didn't, he'd hold it over the bastard to milk it for as much value as he could.

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'Mark, baby, all you're tellin' me is that I help you keep your job,' Boris proclaimed from somewhere across the room, his computer verrrrry slowly turning on at last, the device finally letting him tap in his initials and password to start work off. Damn thing was the only reason why he had a job, actually, and it barely worked half the time to start with, piece of crap that it was. Since getting G-Word, he'd been kind of wondered if he couldn't just... go ham on some of the people here. Not all of them, and especially not Mark, but... certain individuals really ground his gears. Just a few.

'Yo, Norman,' he repeated in the meantime, giving the same finger pistols to the guy as he had to everyone else. 'Good to see you in, buddy.' Honestly, the guy was so unassuming that Boris forgot he existed half the time. He remembered a time when he was tangentially interested in certain Japanese shows, way before he'd gotten deep into greaser culture, and one of the major villains of one had been a serial killer in the guise of an unassuming businessman. Hopefully, Norm would never do anything like that, the same way Boris would never kill people with his contained plasma blade.

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Outside, the people in the office might have overheard a loud rumbling, as if from an old bike approaching. Outside, the rumbling was far louder, drawing the attention of everybody in earshot as the rider brought the chopper round into the office's car park before finally cutting the engine.

A couple of minutes later, Boris Beatup came into the scene, bike helmet under his arm and looking as 50's slick as ever - which, by modern standards, was very much not slick at all for how dated the style was. Still, he did carry himself with confidence, albeit a begrudging confidence that told everybody he didn't really want to be here; he'd learned long ago that Albert held no love for any of his co-workers other than Victoria, and he did not care to reciprocate the lack thereof.

He did, however, greet everybody else he passed with a pair of finger pistols and a perfunctory 'How you doin', fella?' or 'How you doin', toots?', depending on the recipient's genders, saving a wave and a slightly overloud 'Ayyy, what's cookin', Marko?' for the jetpack-bearing flying, until he eventually reached his desk and flopped into his chair, turning the stupid thing on and re-greasing and re-combing his hair. He and Mark had had a lot of discussion about how annoying the helmets were for keeping up your style, and yeah, Albert hated it when they did that on "his time", but so what? That square hated almost literally everything, and it wasn't Boris' fault the guy was a fat, balding middle manager.

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Boris Beatup - A thirty year old man who idolises the greasers of the mid-1900's, to the point of practically impoverishing himself to stock his hotel room with appropriate imagery, not to mention upkeeping a vintage chopper which could really do with wholesale replacement. Despite this severe lack of money, he has somehow acquired a contained plasma sword from the internet, which, despite being easily concealed due to how it slides into itself, is able to cut through most substances when active due to how hot the "blade" gets, though it needs frequent and quite exertive recharging when in use and is almost certainly illegal to own, let alone use.

He also happens to have a twin brother raised in Ireland, Jerry Heatup, and a half-sister raised separately by his father, Gwyne. He hates both of them with a passion - Jerry for being way more successful than him on top of being married to a rich beautiful wife who runs an MMA league, and Gwyne for being a world-famous martial artist under said rich beautiful wife, as well as for repeatedly hitting on Boris over the phone whenever she gets drunk.

Boris Beatup

G-Word

Greased Lightnin'

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@Spiffy Yeah sure thing. Instead of idolising Japanese culture, he idolises 50's greaser culture, and has a big ole chopper he drives to work every day.

Beatup 2.0

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So, uh... what if I were to play as Boris Beatup, an otaku whose tastes have left him nearly impoverished, who acquired a beam katana from an online auction site, and now carries it around with him discreetly, since it folds down into an easily-carried form that isn't necessarily recognisable as a sword and he could be attacked at any time? And also he looks like

this: