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Current I remember being on this website all the time. Where does the time go
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Buying GF with Fall Guys crowns please pm me if interested
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I'm going to beat you to death
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Today on bottom gear
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Dear diary, I shat myself to destroy the libs.
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Aurora let out a "tch" as the man left her. What an irritating interaction, now she knew how to write the sort of interaction that would make an audience hate a character for wasting their time. Who did he think he was, suggesting an epithet was like a weapon. It was just a part of you. You can put a gun away, you can't put away an epithet. What a wackjob, and not even the fun kind that you could make a story around, just a boring weirdo who thinks he knows best.

Well now that he was gone, she could finally go put some real clothes on. She looked back at the beach one last time, noticing something peculiar. A girl with a real-ass goddamn sword. That was odd, but definitely interest-piquing, noting her speaking to a small child. She tightened the towel around her shoulders once more, and approached quietly, noting the appearence, her slightly broken glasses. What an interesting character she could make.

Aurora stood within sight of her, writing down her appearance at speed. Heh, this was rad, what made her glasses look like that? Oh she had so many ideas.

Anyone nearby would totally see this random girl staring and writing intensely, it would look rather like insanity to anyone who simply saw it at a glance.
As the man spoke, he told Aurora to take it easy (angering), and that neither of them were paying attention, implying they were equally at fault (infuriating). Aurora scowled at him as he continued, deciding that then would be the best choice to be passive-aggressive about how willing she was to use her epithet. This guy, this goddamn guy was hitting all of her buttons right now and he seemed completely clueless about it. Ough the nerve, just because he's so big he thinks he can go around being a dumbass? That wasn't how it worked, especially now that every fifth person had an epithet. She scoffed at him, turning up her chin and crossing her arms.

"Yeah, whatever dude, that's not even my epithet's main ability, it's not like I'm dropping a full list of my epithet's abilities at the feet of everyone who walks by or whatever just to make them feel safer. Hey, I'm legally obligated to inform you I'm an epithet offender. To heck with that. If people get pissy about me using my epithet then I'm allowed to get pissy at them for using their arms," she said with a tug on the towel resting on her shoulders. "Like... what's your epithet anyway. You're inscribed right?" she asked. It was an assumption based on how he talked about epithets. If he had a good one she might as well incorporate it into her book, even if the guy it was attached to was a total nerd.

Aurora also heard the wild yelling grow ever intense down the beach, and she continued to ignore it, it wasn't the important thing right now, she wasn't going to distract from this dialogue to look at some background chatter, that wasn't how the story went.
As a man crashed into her and knocked her down, Aurora's hair went down over her face, hiding her quickly souring expression. She took her notebook from the man's hand with a violent swipe of her hand, ignoring his offer to help pick her up.

"How do you not know how to look where you're going?" she asked with a steely glare. She opened her notebook, scrawling a quick description of the man, then shifting him five feet into the moving water, watching as a wave crashed into the man with a revenge-fueled grin. "So like, you'd better start learning, or you're going to keep getting wet. Kufufu~," she laughed with a hand on her chin, before wrapping herself back up in her towel and beginning to walk back towards the changing rooms, before looking back at the man she'd moved, and sighed.

With another quick scribble she moved him back to where he was, still wettened by his little dip but now at least on the sand.

"Don't screw up again, dude, I can do worse," she said, exasperatedly. "What were you paying attention to so much that you just crashed into someone anyway?"
And the dancing light atop the rooftops stared down at me, a godly angel watching me as I went about my work, guided by his almighty hand. The shattering of glass beneath my feet, the whisper in the wind driving me onwards. God is with me, and my rivals know it, they fear me. Their fears are their downfall, their fears are my strength.

"Come closer gentlemen," I said, my words twisting through the air on the currents of god's wrath. "Come closer so that I may introduce you to my lord."


God this was schlock, it was the schlockiest schlock that ever schlocked. Aurora pushed her laptop closed and sat up on the chair that she was using, watching the waves roll in on the beach. She was so frustrated and fed up with not being able to write a good scene to save her life. She was tempted to just give up on this specific character, religious fundamentalism in a revenge plot didn't really fit with the rest of the story now that she thought about it.

Eugh but without him she'd need to scrap like a whole chapter's worth of content. Was it worth doing that?

Yes, yes it absolutely was worth doing that.

That's enough stressing for today. She tucked her laptop into a bag and slid off of the chair into her sandals. Time to change back into her clothes. She had wisely chosen out a one-piece bathing suit, keeping her modesty well alive. She looked at the others on the beach, playing beach volleyball, basking in the sun, wasting their time away. She sneered and wrapped herself in her towel. She wasn't about this wasting time stuff. It was write, recover, then write some more for her. She couldn't enjoy her time unless she was being productive.

She started to make her way back to the hotel, giving one last look into the distance and then stopping in her tracks. There was something about the sky, something beautiful about it, something pure. She couldn't forget about this. She pulled a notebook from her pocket and wrote down in as descriptive language she could what the sun looked like, how it reflected off the water below. As soon as she finished, she could close her eyes and see it just the same as if they were open. It was perfect, just perfect. She'd have to use that mental image for her book. Yes, it would be excellent.
So long as we're reading my book, kufufu~
@Lugubrious Tab stop is relative to her, yes. And in the IC I'll be writing in the third person, I just like doing fun things on sheets.
Character sheet creation speed record 2 years in a row

Tentative interest, toss me some words wordfather
In Sentaku 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Hirameki replied to Yosuke's greeting with a wave and a wide smile. He always enjoyed meeting with that squadmate specifically. Yosuke was cool and collected, the exact type of person to act as a foil, a rival! Hirameki knew that the best ninja always had rivals! Though those ninja always ended up killing their rivals... he didn't need to take one hundred percent of his inspiration from them.

"Not much is up Yo! Other than the sky, the sun, the moon, it's all up there somewhere, but we, as a team, can reach them!" he said with a flourish. He had a flair for the dramatic, yes, but being a little overdramatic was necessary to bring your teammates' spirits up! "What was that Yo? You're my best friend ever. Aw that's so kind of you! You're my best friend ever too! Come here, let's hug it out!" Hirameki approached Yo with arms outstretched, clearly really wanting to go through with this unsolicited embrace.

Only to be interrupted by a weight on his shoulders that caused him to yelp in a very unmanly manner. He flailed against the arriving Asami's grasp with a few frustrated sounds. "Damn you! You can't just scare me like that Asami! It's totally unforgiveable!" He roared out, using his father's deep voice to sound as dangerous and villainous as possible. "You idiot! You're lucky I didn't set you ablaze! I'll hurt-" he went to continue before realizing he'd dropped out of his father's voice, and cleared his throat angrily. "I'll hurt you if you screw with me!"

His other teammate, his punishment for sins in his past life, Nekomata Asami. She'd seemingly made it her god-given duty to irritate him at every turn. When he talked, she'd talk too, but louder! When he fell down during training, she'd keep going! There was a third thing but he'd totally forgotten what it was! Point was, she was hell on human legs, and Hirameki couldn't handle it!

"I wasn't rolling in the grass! I was... I was practicing my hand-eye coordination! You wouldn't get it," he replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. "And that wasn't even all I did today so there! I also did some training and talked to some jonin, it was radical! I bet you're jealous!" he said mockingly, sticking his tongue out in a display of supreme maturity. He Had to demonstrate that he wasn't bothered or she'd just keep going, he knew how this went, he wasn't stupid.

"But enough of you being childish, we have to focus on the exams, maybe we should plan, strategize!"
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