ClocktowerEchos

Shine City 3: Summer Sequel (Always Accepting)

Posted, call it fanservice if ya want ya pervs~ ;p

Any who, anyone want to interact with Akio? He's going to the cafe atm.

Shine City 3: Summer Sequel (Always Accepting)

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As he woke from his cradle, Akio yawned and stretch and lazily swatted at his alarm, the cheery voice of Nori Haywood resonated through his room. She was on about something about single bouncers at LUSH, Akio added a new note to the myriad number of reminders and self-pings to remember that fact. Once the radio alarm had been silenced, his music alarm followed soon after, playing some track from his endless playlist. Akio made no moves to turn that alarm off, instead relishing the fast beat and synthetic voices.

Looking around, it seemed that he was alone this morning, at least the money was left on his nightstand. Rolling over, Akio grasped at the bills and counted them out, not too bad for a night, was actually kinda fun too which was always a welcomed addition. The sound of bills flipping through his feminine fingers was music to his small ears. Humming to himself as he safely tucked away his ill gotten gains, his voice following the music without him noticing.

Forcing himself out of the messy sheets, dragging limb by limb on to the floor, Akio sort of fell on to slender jello legs. His room was a mess as per usualy, smelled a bit too. Spinning around in a small circle, he danced to the nearest window and jolted it up to air out his room. It took him a minute that he was still naked before he thought he should do something about it.

Taking advantage of his current lack of clothing, Akio whisked off to the shower and washed himself with some fragrant soaps; a special homemade mix of several different shampoos and containers foamed up in his brown hair to keep it as soft as possible. He only spent a few minutes in the shower, nothing too extravagant ever happened during his morning showers, that was kept for night time when he had more time on his hands or just wanted to enjoy the hot water for longer.

Once his wet body had stepped out of the shower and had a towel run over every part of it, the trap danced over to his closet to pull out something to wear. Rummaging through the forest of fabric, Akio eventually pulled out black short sleeved t-shirt, embalmed with some artistic golden Celtic symbol and paired it with some short red shirt. A pair of black silk stockings made their way past his knees around stopped around his mid-thigh.

As he slipped on his boots and slipped on a light, shawl-like jacket, Akio debated what to get at Mochavine. Mornings like this after he worked his part-time job always left him unwilling to make something for himself. Grabbing a purse as he left, Akio began humming to himself again, he would have to check in to the Casino again in the morning before getting ready for the night. Then again... he wanted to see if he could get a gig at LUSH, Akio heard some rumors about the manager that there that left him feeling he might have a pretty good shot at working there.

Then he remembered something that he heard while half awake from Nori on the radio: nightcore and foam night at Club LUSH.

Akio chuckled to himself as he made his way on to the street. N&F Night was always fun, all the people and the music, all the backroom "fun" that he had previously indulged himself in. It seemed that he might have to get his rave game on for such a special occasion, time to get creative then. But first, coffee, a man trap needs his morning brew after all to work.

Mirai Nikki+ [10/12]

@sakurasanAs of right now, let's just call it a monday morning.

In case mondays weren't bad enough, now you also get put into a Survival Game too!

#MondaysAreHell

Mirai Nikki+ [10/12]

@sakurasanBasically yes, any additional questions/comments would be made by singular visits into his realm either by the Players gaining access or Gospel pulling them in himself.

Mirai Nikki+ [10/12]

@Lillysaurus Rex@karamonnom@sakurasan@Krinos Solstice@sassy1085@Spriggs27@Vocab@RiverMaiden@Ryuzaki

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IC is open! :D

Apologizes if its of low qualtity! >///<

As for Diaries, I will try to assign some later once I get out of class!

Gamebate Minna!

Mirai Nikki+ [10/12]

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He could feel it.

His time was ending.

Soon he would be consumed and this world left godless.

Strutting off his floating lordly throne, the red-suit Gospel waltz off on to the floor of exquisite pure white marble like that of his mask. And like his mask, the floor was beginning to chip and crack, an ever impending sign of death as this reign would be ending soon.

"Ruruli," Gospel called for his wolf-eared assistant who loyally hopped to his side.

"Hihi master?" the little wolf-loli stood at rapt attention, putting on her best serious face, "What is it do you need?"

"I do believe that all the players have received their Diaries have they?" Gospel asked Ruruli who responed with an energetic nod, "Then, I do believe it is time to summon forth all the players."

Once again, Ruruli nodded before clasping herself to Gospel's leg as he stood meters tall right now. And with a flip of a cape, the two where gone from the throne room like a magician and his assistant. When the cape dissapeared into nothingness again, they have moved to the new area, the Colosseum.

13 spots total, one for each one of the 12 players and one for himself. The entire area was a regal, illustrious structure, suspended in an endless ocean sky with puffy clouds; at night it would be an endless horizon of dark violet silk inlaid with millions of crystals. Beauty at its finest.

"Summon the players." Gospel stood with perfect stillness with his hands behind his back as Ruruli quickly summoned out all of the players. Within seconds, a flurry of sparkles marked the appearance of all 12 of the players, all standing on their platforms. Gospel could see each and everyone of them, but through their eyes, they could only see him and 11 black figures.

"Greetings Players!" Gospel raised his voice to boom that resonated throughout the Colosseum, "As you all know, I am Gospel, the God of this world. You are all here today as you have been enlisted into the Survival Game and your reward shall be my spot. The basic rules are that you must kill off all other players and survive to be the last one standing. In return, you shall become a God. Simple, no? If you have question, you know where you can find me.

Now that we have the formalities out of the way, let the games begin! Maybe fortunate be ever in your favor!"

New Dawn Rising

@ClocktowerEchosWell, I do have a nation of uber liberal furries, so I have no doubt they'd take no issue with the perviness! Unless your religion or morals makes you despise them, which is becoming a theme here.

@Inkdrop

Nah, while I personally am not too much of a Furry fan, I'm sure that IC you'll be able to find people in Fuso who'd be more than accepting considering part of the Fuso population is almost actual furry

Fuso is quite literally built on anime tropes xD

Fuso's general international policy is "don't fuck with us, we don't fuck with you" and try to stay officially neutral in any major conflict. That's not to say they don't support one side or ONI decides to pull their own fuckery, but officially the government stays on no one's side unless its clearly to their advantage.

Religiously, sort of the same thing, Shintoism doesn't exactly have a big anti-foreigner ideology embedded into it and with Himiko, Fuso is actually something of a xenophile; not too surprising since their largest industries heavily relies on people willing to watch anime/porn x3

EDIT: I apologize if this doesn't make sense, I'm in that state between "half awake" and "not enough coffee".

New Dawn Rising

Made a post, I'll admit it was quite shoddy. Not sure if I'll actually pursue the idea I had with Hiro or not.

That said, anyone want some relations with the friendly neighborhood perverts? :3

New Dawn Rising

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Imperial Republic of Fuso

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The sun had long risen from the east to greet the lands of Japan first as the moon retreated back into the shadows, bidding its time to come out once more at night. This is how its always had been since the first humans cam to the island, since the days of the Heien Court where melancholy nobles wasted away, since the days that samurai fought each other for glory and honor, since the days that America forced Japan out of isolation, since the days that the great wars had brought on the first act of nuclear immolation that had used Japan as its first live testing ground, since the days that the bombs fell and the old world melted away in fire. And now it rises first over Fuso.

Emperor Shou was already awake as the rising sun greeted him, servants waddling around, pushing carts around to the various major characters of the Imperial Palace complex built on Mount Fuji. He stood on the balcony of the upper levels, the breeze blowing around his silk robes in like soft sakura petals in spring. Here he stood above a new Japan, created by the great Empress Himiko the Golden Sun Queen as he lorded over the new capital of Meiji; the low murmurs of a city rousing from slumber could be heard as he peered over the railing.

Another day was about to begin and he was already running through in his mind. More diplomatic missions to the Han, some more tours around town, arrangement of finances... and the question of ONI. Shou sighed as a servant brought him his morning tea, a single sip and he felt his spirits improve. Gyokuro tea, isn't it? He thought to himself, the light, sweet aromatic tea made of leave treated with the utmost care filled his body, accepting the blessing of the drink.

"Your holiness." a voice came from behind Shou as he turned around to face the white-clad Prime Minister Niyoma, they bowed as a sign of mutual respect, Niyoma gracefully denying Shou's offer of tea as he cleared this throat for some serious talk, "I believe there is something you must know of."

"More pirates?" Shou responded, praying to the Himiko that it wasn't what he dreaded the most.

"No, our shore cannons have been able to repel their attacks as of late."

"Youkai incursions?"

"IRFA has been doing a good job at fighting them back and defending our people."

"Then what is it? Speak."

Shou's jaw dropped slightly as he drew a sharp breath as he heard Niyoma's resopnse. He had expected it to be such, there was no need for such dramatic shock, but yet it never failed to do exactly that. From his aged lips, Niyoma had spoken the one word that caused the winds to shift, "ONI".

Placing his cup down, Shou walked to the balcony railing and rested an arm on it, craddling his head from the hand the stretched from the layers of silk, "What is it Gendao wants this time?"

"He says he just want to tell you that his projects are coming along nicely but he would like more support behind them."

Shou lazily shot his hand into the air and within seconds a servant came with a check, without even looking at it he signed it. A paper worth 1.4 million yen left his palace and would eventually find its way into Gendao's hands. Hopefully this would silence that maniac for a while. Himiko knows what the hell he was making in his facilities he kept so tightly shut. Even Shou, the holy Emperor barely knew anything about what they did down there.

"Hopefully nothing horrible happens, this is money that I could be putting towards better things than shady operations in Himiko knows where."

"That makes two of us Shou."

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Hiro Hihato awoke to a shimmering dawn as the light filtered through his window, the soft cloud that was his bed begged for him to stay and be wrapped in his warm blanket, but his alarm beckon as an all too familiar song played. As if he was a giant waking up from a thousand year slumber, Hiro felt himself dragging each one of his heavy limbs from his craddle as they slammed on to the wooden floor. After what seemed like another eternity, all of his limbs were depressingly stolen away from the comforts of his bed and upright, his arm reaching out towards the sound of song to turn it off.

Tramping his way down the hall, the boy went through all the procedures that any high schooler living by himself in an apartment did. Dutifully, Hiro brushed his teeth, washed his face brushed his unruly brown hair and went to the main area of his lodging for breakfast. However, instead of eggs and cereal, he got a nude girl lying on his couch.

Hiro thought about this for a second as he looked at the girl. She was beautiful, unworldly almost, but she was marred by a hideous wound. Around across her right shoulder was was a tightly wrapped bandage soaked in a dark crimson that seemed to almost crystalize with the bandage. There was no doubt this was some sort of bullet or blade wound, a nasty one if the blood was anything to go off of. Hiro spotted clothing messily thrown under the girl as his first aid kit had its contents eviscerated across the coffee table, signs of self-administered medical aid no doubt.

The girl shifted in her sleep, prompting Hiro to jump a little, he thought of what he should do but was interrupted by an outbreak of deep thought.

The boy paused for a second.

Then another second.

And then it hit him.

"What the hell is with this anime-like situation?!"

Everybody hates (put word here)

Everybody hates US flags that are made in china.