"Wha- me? Listen fella, I've never been one to get between guns and what they're pointin' at in times past and I don't intend to make a career out of it now, okay?"
Instead Ethel was content to let the Sister and the others do whatever interrogating or such that they saw fit to do rather than get in the way of their guns. The man hadn't exactly dropped his weapon and surrendered, which is what any smart and self-respecting hab-rat would do in that situation. Unless of course the pay was really good or the threat against them was really frightening. Even so, he'd run from long odds and there wasn't much Ethel could do for him.
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If you really have to you could send PMs I guess.
Um, Undecimo actually does mean eleven. The 'Un' part at the beginning means one, and the ten is ten, thus eleven.
It's why Tsuna is Vongola Decimo, meaning just Ten.
It's why Tsuna is Vongola Decimo, meaning just Ten.
Um, RP-wise are you guys waiting on me?
"It was a gray, miserable day. The kind of day that leaves the possibility of rain hanging over your head like a piñata filled with cold disappointment...or black licorice. It had been quiet around the agency for a long time now, and our money had dribbled out and dried up just like a rusty old kitchen sink. I couldn't afford anything better than discount bento for the last two days, and the presence of sweets and ice cream at the supermarket and snacks from vending machines had begun to haunt me like cruel and alluring sirens, threatening to drive me mad each time we passed by them to go buy less expensive, tasteless fare. My mood was becoming as bleak as the skies above."
The speaker of this odd monologue was one Iwajima Jun, currently sitting slumped over in a chair that was usually reserved for guests or important clients and talking to himself despite the apprentice working nearby. Instead he was staring at the ceiling with a look of absolute despair on his face, seemingly entranced by his own monologue. Despite being indoors he was wearing a heavy trenchcoat. Even closer inspection would reveal that he had a lollipop in his mouth that he occasionally fiddled with while he spoke, perhaps in imitation of his legal guardian's smoking habit. He perked up and focused on Toshiko as she walked down the stairs, nevertheless continuing his pretend narration.
"Suddenly, my boss walked down the stairs and into my office! She was a cruel woman, always forbidding me from watching the one tiny TV in her office and filling our living space with the kind of cigarette smoke that clung to her like cheap perfume. But from the look on her face it was easy enough to tell that she might finally have another well-paying job, and right now money means hope!"
Jun hopped off of the chair and ran over to Toshiko and despite his tough-guy monologuing, was practically hopping from one foot to the other in sheer excitement. Or at least relief from boredom.
"Toshiko-nee! Toshiko-nee! What's the job this time! Are we gonna have to find a statue with a hidden message inside? capture some mage's lost familiar before it goes berserk? Ooh ooh! We have to track down a murderer before he uses the souls of his victims to make some kind of magical super-weapon, right? Tell me tell me tell me!"
The speaker of this odd monologue was one Iwajima Jun, currently sitting slumped over in a chair that was usually reserved for guests or important clients and talking to himself despite the apprentice working nearby. Instead he was staring at the ceiling with a look of absolute despair on his face, seemingly entranced by his own monologue. Despite being indoors he was wearing a heavy trenchcoat. Even closer inspection would reveal that he had a lollipop in his mouth that he occasionally fiddled with while he spoke, perhaps in imitation of his legal guardian's smoking habit. He perked up and focused on Toshiko as she walked down the stairs, nevertheless continuing his pretend narration.
"Suddenly, my boss walked down the stairs and into my office! She was a cruel woman, always forbidding me from watching the one tiny TV in her office and filling our living space with the kind of cigarette smoke that clung to her like cheap perfume. But from the look on her face it was easy enough to tell that she might finally have another well-paying job, and right now money means hope!"
Jun hopped off of the chair and ran over to Toshiko and despite his tough-guy monologuing, was practically hopping from one foot to the other in sheer excitement. Or at least relief from boredom.
"Toshiko-nee! Toshiko-nee! What's the job this time! Are we gonna have to find a statue with a hidden message inside? capture some mage's lost familiar before it goes berserk? Ooh ooh! We have to track down a murderer before he uses the souls of his victims to make some kind of magical super-weapon, right? Tell me tell me tell me!"
See, my problem is that I'm so amazingly badass that all of my white blood cells are afraid of me and don't do much. All of the sicknesses are afraid too, but unfortunately they try to hide inside my body.
eh, nothing that won't pass eventually. Though I am kinda constantly sick anyways
mainly boredom and slight illness on this front.
Right, sorry about this but I have a lot on my plate at the moment and so I'll have to be withdrawing from this RP.
We would still have them be secret in-character, and as mentioned before it's usually really easy to tell if someone's using the Servant CSes to metagame. That is if you're not comfortable having them PMed.
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