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9 mos ago
Current Today I officially de-fridged the death of a female character who was fridged for RP drama almost 20 years ago. Hopefully it makes sense in the story and comes across as a way better story beat.
4 yrs ago
Jokes on everyone I just look like a sad Travis Touchdown who has really really loud shits
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4 yrs ago
You status bar people sure are a contentious bunch
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4 yrs ago
Adding to that, unless you are exhibiting life threatening symptoms (unable to breathe, etc) go to a rapid test site in your area than going to the ER. Local ERs are swamped and overwhelmed here.
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4 yrs ago
As someone who has been stabbed in the past knives are not kinky
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Don't look at me. I have no idea what's even going on in this RP anymore
S h u n

• Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) •
April 7th -- School Grounds



"Ex-excuse me," the tall boy's gentle voice came from the side of Knightmare now as her attention was more on yelling at several of the other students. "I just wanted to give you this." He held the pineapple in his hand outstretched towards the tiny woman, looking completely and utterly awkward. "My grandmother used to bring pineapples to every new person she met," he added sheepishly, "and she said my mom did too." His voice trailed off into silence after he added that. Mom. Why was he bringing her up out of the blue? After all, his father constantly told him--


• Osaka, 10 months ago. •



"Don't talk about her!" Renji Tanaka's voice was loud and gruff as he pushed himself out from under the large automobile he was working under. "Especially not while i'm working! Now hand me that wrench-" he said, pointing to the tool shelf in the Tanaka garage. The Tanaka Garage was probably the best garage for race cars in all of Osaka, and Renji Tanaka, his father and even his grandfather had made it such. In his mind, the entire Tanaka Clan would run the business, from father to son until the end of time. Until Shun came up with that letter.

"My aptitude scores put me toward the hero track. They say that I have a power very similar to another hero, dad. Why won't you tell me about mom's quirk?"

"She didn't have a quirk, like I said. She didn't have a quirk, she got sick when you were little and died. So drop it!" Renji was already up, walking towards his son, yanking the wrench out of his hand. "And the hero track? Don't make me laugh. You're going to work here with your younger brother. That's your track in life son. Not getting yourself killed as a hero for people who don't even care about you.

Shun's eyes closed tightly as his father went back to working on the car, using his quirk to stretch his limbs around and into the engine of the car.


• The Present •



Shun just stood there, wondering why he thought back to that awful memory of that day. Why did this lady make him think so much about it? Maybe it was how her yelling reminded him of his father. No, that wasn't it at all. He then realized that he was away from his seat, and had approached his sensei without permission. He deeply bowed his head, his face growing deep scarlet, still holding the pineapple out for the woman. "I'm-i'm sorry I got up without permission! I wasn't thinking!"

Oh he was a barrel of laughs.
I'll try and get a post out tonight folks. Sorry for the long radio silence from me; kind of an endless stream of stress at work, and now it's Thanksgiving Break so I can rest and see my family. I don't think i'll be doing any assistance with Black Friday shopping tonight, so I should have today and tomorrow off, after Thanksgiving lunch at my grandmothers.
As a show of respect, I should inform you (and the rest of the games I’m in/directing) what’s going on in my life. The roommate whom I’ve been living with for the last five or so years had a mental breakdown Sunday Morning that was the result of a psychotic break and alcoholic influence that led him to crash his truck, threaten a guest with a knife, strike with girlfriend, and blame his everyone for his issues. He’s in custody right now (police transferred him to a psych ward) so I have to deal with the fallout as I am the owner of the “shared” household. In short, I have to get eviction papers in order. I hope everyone understands my inconsistent activity revolving around that fact. I will be trying to continue to post as soon as possible regardless. It may not be one of my better posts as a result.

Apologies,
- Ink


Time for me to take the reigns of this RP and drive it STRAIGHT TOWARDS THIS ICEBERG AAAHAHAHAHA
Who will be the first to respond to the tiny teacher’s wrath?! Bwaaahahahhaha!
The next twenty-four hours are looking like the window for my next post!


I am so excited for the tiny angry woman to show her stuff!
Losing my job and getting my kids to school will not make me abandon this roleplay!

Or, perhaps they will, for 20 days at least.

I'm sorry for no posts guy, I'm jumping back onto the train right now with a Ume reaction compilation.


Oh no dude, if life stuff is getting in the way just let us know. We can NPC you if you need to, etc.
and more time for people to check out Shun's awesome pineapple!
D E L Q U I N ‘ J O R R A
Nar Shaddaa - Refugee Sector




Del leaned back in his chair for each of the ”team’s” appearances, nodding his head in acknowledgement as they all gathered around. When the blind guy called out Mo’, he kept his cool; though his left finger began to fidget slightly; he was practically ready to kick backwards and start drawing his blaster when Mo’s cover was “blown”. Except no one seemed to pay the Kel Dorian any mind…until he just popped up, acting sheepish as hell.

“Uh-“ he interjected, “The Kel Dorian here who seems incapable of speech is my first mate, Mokra. Don’t mind him. He just blends in with the crowd really well.”

What a great lie.

He kept eying the Miraluka, wondering if a force sensitive would drawn in as many credits on the market as a live Jedi would. Still, discretion was always the better part of valor, and backstabbing one’s partners at the beginning of a job was never a good idea. He could backstab them later, once money was in their palms and everyone turned their backs with well wishes and fond farewells.

Jobs never ended with fond farewells.


Nar Shaddaa Lower Quarters, Two Months Ago




“Del myo nyee, understand da this sa just poonoo.”

Del found himself tied to a chair, his left eye a dark purple color. His lower lip was split down the middle, blood drippling from his mouth onto the floor. His coat, his blaster, everything was thrown onto the floor next to him. He shivered as his white tank became speckled with his own blood as two rodians held him up to face his former boss: Frizo the Hutt. Frizo was thin for Hutt standards, a dark blue-grey skintone with crimson outlines. The slug seemed quite content with his catch, and was content grandstanding in front of Del.

“You call tying a man up and having these soft handed bugs rough me up business?” Del’s good eye stared the slug down, and he tried to force a smile through the blood in his mouth. “Frizo old buddy, you’re going soft in your old age.”

” Killing u right ateema would be soft. By doe tee-tocky jee-jee're done gee u unko, u will beg je che death.”

“Right, right. I’m going to beg you for death. What are you going to do, have your boys tickle me to death?” This was luck at least. Frizo wasn’t planning on killing him; something that made him tense less. He’d purposely kept Mokra in the dark about Frizo’s meeting; sending Mokra to check on some deliveries in the system while he met with Frizo. He was a scumbag, but he didn’t want Mokra to get too involved with Frizo from the get-go. The Cartel was messy, and once they got their hooks in you, they didn’t like to let go.

” Let's stuka kava porko u talk gee do wings clipped.”

“What?”

One of the rodians approached with a small holoprojector, showing a live feed of the Quillwing being fitted with magnetic locks, and suddenly beginning lifted out of the docking bay.

“Do ship sa mine.”



Nar Shaddaa Refugee Sector



Del eyed everyone around the table now. He grabbed a drink front the tray, and took a sip, and finally introduced himself. “I’m captain Del Quin’Jorra of the Quillwing.” He then smirked, sizing up everyone in the bar.

The money on the miraluka can wait. I think I can get my ship back now.

“None of you guys are chummy with the local Cartel goons around here, are ya?”
nah demon everyone's just in awestruck silence because of nobunobu's sheer awesomeness


Or confused at Shun's pineapple antics
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