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Reminds me though. I should have made Azalea have a paralyzing or a stunning Semblance. Ah well.
Crow girl's such a bully q.q All Azalea wanted was to be friends~
Then he was right, even though PvP games on the cellphone could be anything from tower defense games to those brain-numbingly boring 'co-operative farming' games in which the only PvP came from competing to see who could grow a bigger vegetable, or something equally pointless. Sure, Gabe appreciated the work of farmers, but really, why do people think that was fun? Listening more to Bookman's explanations though, it was clear that everything was pretty much a joke.
Back to being titled as a telemarketer who was an aficionado of dry humor it was then. Even though a grand tournament for the throne of Almighty Demon King would have been a fun distraction from the nothingness in his schedule during weekday midnight hours. As well as the legalized death matches. That would be really fun. He'd have to look up his stats after this, just to check out how strong he was supposed to be. Gabe would like to think of himself as an elegant berserker with tons of cheap but fancy one-hit skills, and hopefully the stats would reflect that. It'd displease him if he was relegated to the role of a cowardly ranged-attack spammer for the first few levels due to a divide between his preferences and his stats.
The second answer to his question, though, was odd. Not even an answer, really, considering how Bookman decided to answer a question with another question. Gabe blinked once, about to ask whether this was another joke, before allowing himself to think instead.
Assume that it was, indeed, a PvP game. But, also assume that it was in the real world, with no 'truly' supernatural elements attached. A death match in real life then, sponsored by the rich elites that controlled the state of the world from the shadows: the Illuminati. No doubt, instead of something like 'granting a single wish to the victor of the bloodbath', it would be 'grant a ton of money to the winner'. Then, the Bookman would be his 'sponsor'? Or perhaps his 'manager'? Another interesting idea, brought forth by what was probably just the scarf-man trying to sound philosophical and deep.
Nevertheless, Gabe's musings were broken once more by his...now, Bookman was apparently a servant. These newfangled telemarketers or underground tournament recruiters or Demon King Candidate Managers really must enjoy switching their perceived roles around. But the Key was special, and apparently, had the ability to open 'somethings'.
Picking up the Librarian Key and twirling it absentmindedly by its keychain, Gabe said, in a tone that was half-interest and half-amusement, “I would recommend that you play down your grandiose tones, unless you want to sound like a ringmaster. Unless that's what you do. Announce the arrival of clowns and all that. Would have thought you'd look more children-friendly though.”
Gabe was going off into a tangent again, probably. Standing up and leaving the cellphone on the table, he promptly walked to the front door, opened it, went into the corridor, selected a random door to a different apartment suite, and then pressed the archaic key against the keyhole.
To his surprise, the Key improbably slid in, as if it had always been meant to open up the doors of modern apartment suites. Or maybe this was some sort of...magical skeleton key that can open anything? He wondered if the Key Shop people did profile checks on the people they gave those Keys to. The ability to open any door could be abused quite easily, after all, and while Gabe wasn't the type of vagrant to break into homes in order to steal cat food or whatever, he was pretty sure that others would.
After all, not everyone was a gentleman like himself.
With those thoughts, he twisted the key and pushed open the door. The occupants were probably asleep anyways, so he won't get into trouble with the landlady for this.
Dios is a silly person, you know? It's how he rolls.
All dat Dios ham.
All dat Dios ham.
Sorta smaller than it could be, but I'm lazy like that.
Oh my, what a lovely first examination~
No mercy? Fighting and killing everything in their way? Life-threatening dangers? Floating islands in the middle of nowhere? Totally random team selection? All those elements sounded like they were pretty much designed for Azalea's entertainment. There was so much love in the air, after all, and soon the Emerald Forest should be full of pain, either from prospective Hunters, or from the Grimm themselves.
Then, she decided to double back on that thought, since she was fairly certain that most Grimm were incapable of feeling pain. Which was so very sad. No pain, no love, no hope. It was probably because of her habit of crushing their throats that made screaming a tad bit difficult, but alas, it must have been a lonely life to live, being a soulless monster with no reproductive capabilities.
There were other things that the voice of the Headmistress informed them about, but the bunny faunus, wearing a school uniform that was quite popular with some of her one-night friends in the past, didn't care about it. All things considered, there was a castle to go to, Grimm to fight, and friends to make. The Mistress's voice was so much more interesting that her words, after all. It was a strong, imperial voice, filled with a righteous might, so much more pleasant than the depraved pig-snorts and oral-farts that consisted of the voices of most of her acquaintances. But she loved them all the same, because Azalea was a good girl that loved every dirty, twisted, corrupted thing in the world~
Her long, fluffy bunny ears swivelled around as she entertained herself with actually glimpses of everyone else's scant conversations. It was evident that most of them were nervous in one form or the other. Even her adopted mother, that grizzled manly Huntress with W-size boobs, warned her about the madness that was Beacon's first examinations. Something about trying to kill the students right off the bat. It made sense, of course, but it seemed that a whole bunch of students were anxious all the same.
Then you had the future jocks of Beacon, like the deliciously hunky boar faunus, who made Azalea salivate just a little bit, before she licked up the drool that was dripping from a corner of her mouth. So much man-meat packed in one person. Azalea really did like the faunus who were based off the 'wilder' animals. And boars were basically pigs! She wondered if he tasted like bacon when fried.
Ah, but that blind person was also so perfect in his own way! That elegant silence, that cane that was probably a sword, that mysterious aura of crippleness! Blind people did have a way with their fingers, after all, even though she had only heard about that fact from others in her former business. She twirled a strand of pink hair absentmindedly, wondering if that boy was extra-sensitive down there, wondering if he played with that cane of his during lonely, dark nights. Wait, no, that would make him gay, wouldn't it? Or would that just make prostrate simulation his fetish?
She dove into those thoughts just a bit longer, before her amethyst eyes found a piece of nostalgic perfection, which was already being violated by the presence of a normal human girl. A bird faunus with feathers as black as night, red eyes that reminded her of the first man who embraced her with no ulterior intentions. Draped in a shroud of black feathers that seemed to mix with her own wings, she exuded an aura that was mysterious, exotic, and alluring. Azalea was, frankly, getting just a little bit moist. Sure, that girl didn't have scaly skin, nor massive, steel-shredding talons, but birds were apparently descendants of dinosaurs, so the thought was there. The thought, and the memory.
With steps that were as light as light, and a sudden swiftness akin to falling petals, Azalea slid right behind the crow faunus and drew her arms around her slim body. So cool, yet so warm. A tickling sensation was felt on contact, and a softer, more pleasant sensation was sensed when her arms reached the fluffy down that nestled beneath the feathers. Azalea was careful with her grip though, ensuring that her arms didn't simply crush the crow's delicate windpipe, before bringing her head to the side, resting her chin on the crow faunus's left shoulder. She craned her neck, twisting it to get a better look at her face, before saying with a smile and a tilting laugh, “Oh, I'm so sorry to just drop in like this, but I couldn't help but want to feel your feathers, blackbird. They looked so soft and sleek from a distance, you know? I'm sure you're regularly praised for the quality of your feathers back in...hm...”
She thought for a moment, wondering what the right word was, then decided that she didn't care enough for things like that. After all, faunus were liable to get fucked anywhere, financially, sexually, physically, or mentally, so the place didn't really matter.
“Well, anyways, I'm Azalea, bunny faunus. Your name, birdie?”
It was rather tempting, to just pluck off one of the bigger feathers right then and there, but she restrained herself. There would be plenty of time later.
No mercy? Fighting and killing everything in their way? Life-threatening dangers? Floating islands in the middle of nowhere? Totally random team selection? All those elements sounded like they were pretty much designed for Azalea's entertainment. There was so much love in the air, after all, and soon the Emerald Forest should be full of pain, either from prospective Hunters, or from the Grimm themselves.
Then, she decided to double back on that thought, since she was fairly certain that most Grimm were incapable of feeling pain. Which was so very sad. No pain, no love, no hope. It was probably because of her habit of crushing their throats that made screaming a tad bit difficult, but alas, it must have been a lonely life to live, being a soulless monster with no reproductive capabilities.
There were other things that the voice of the Headmistress informed them about, but the bunny faunus, wearing a school uniform that was quite popular with some of her one-night friends in the past, didn't care about it. All things considered, there was a castle to go to, Grimm to fight, and friends to make. The Mistress's voice was so much more interesting that her words, after all. It was a strong, imperial voice, filled with a righteous might, so much more pleasant than the depraved pig-snorts and oral-farts that consisted of the voices of most of her acquaintances. But she loved them all the same, because Azalea was a good girl that loved every dirty, twisted, corrupted thing in the world~
Her long, fluffy bunny ears swivelled around as she entertained herself with actually glimpses of everyone else's scant conversations. It was evident that most of them were nervous in one form or the other. Even her adopted mother, that grizzled manly Huntress with W-size boobs, warned her about the madness that was Beacon's first examinations. Something about trying to kill the students right off the bat. It made sense, of course, but it seemed that a whole bunch of students were anxious all the same.
Then you had the future jocks of Beacon, like the deliciously hunky boar faunus, who made Azalea salivate just a little bit, before she licked up the drool that was dripping from a corner of her mouth. So much man-meat packed in one person. Azalea really did like the faunus who were based off the 'wilder' animals. And boars were basically pigs! She wondered if he tasted like bacon when fried.
Ah, but that blind person was also so perfect in his own way! That elegant silence, that cane that was probably a sword, that mysterious aura of crippleness! Blind people did have a way with their fingers, after all, even though she had only heard about that fact from others in her former business. She twirled a strand of pink hair absentmindedly, wondering if that boy was extra-sensitive down there, wondering if he played with that cane of his during lonely, dark nights. Wait, no, that would make him gay, wouldn't it? Or would that just make prostrate simulation his fetish?
She dove into those thoughts just a bit longer, before her amethyst eyes found a piece of nostalgic perfection, which was already being violated by the presence of a normal human girl. A bird faunus with feathers as black as night, red eyes that reminded her of the first man who embraced her with no ulterior intentions. Draped in a shroud of black feathers that seemed to mix with her own wings, she exuded an aura that was mysterious, exotic, and alluring. Azalea was, frankly, getting just a little bit moist. Sure, that girl didn't have scaly skin, nor massive, steel-shredding talons, but birds were apparently descendants of dinosaurs, so the thought was there. The thought, and the memory.
With steps that were as light as light, and a sudden swiftness akin to falling petals, Azalea slid right behind the crow faunus and drew her arms around her slim body. So cool, yet so warm. A tickling sensation was felt on contact, and a softer, more pleasant sensation was sensed when her arms reached the fluffy down that nestled beneath the feathers. Azalea was careful with her grip though, ensuring that her arms didn't simply crush the crow's delicate windpipe, before bringing her head to the side, resting her chin on the crow faunus's left shoulder. She craned her neck, twisting it to get a better look at her face, before saying with a smile and a tilting laugh, “Oh, I'm so sorry to just drop in like this, but I couldn't help but want to feel your feathers, blackbird. They looked so soft and sleek from a distance, you know? I'm sure you're regularly praised for the quality of your feathers back in...hm...”
She thought for a moment, wondering what the right word was, then decided that she didn't care enough for things like that. After all, faunus were liable to get fucked anywhere, financially, sexually, physically, or mentally, so the place didn't really matter.
“Well, anyways, I'm Azalea, bunny faunus. Your name, birdie?”
It was rather tempting, to just pluck off one of the bigger feathers right then and there, but she restrained herself. There would be plenty of time later.
Posted~ Hopefully things can accelerate now.
Ah, man, the atmosphere was getting suffocating. Unlike that dirty-minded old lech in a schoolgirl uniform, who seemed to have an acute fear of people physically approaching her, Akio was simply overwhelmed with how painfully...awkward everything was. Sure, the school had its collection of weirdoes, just like any other typical Japanese high school, but to have all these archetypes placed in one location...it made his head hurt, really. There was the pervert-nerd-eccentric who was now hiding by a tree, the hapless, hopeless teacher, a bunny girl advertising a club that probably had nothing to do with weather, and the local gang leader of justice, who was making up some stupid requirement for herself to join.
Actually, all things considered, he was surprised that more guys weren't joining, considering the whole allure of bunny suits was meant to attract the opposite gender.
Life worked in weird ways, it appeared. Maybe the sheer insanity of pulling such a student made it too embarrassing for any males to approach, because they'd be instantly branded as a male pervert, which was apparently worse than a female one. Must be because a female pervert was 'kinky' while a male one was a 'depraved middle-aged virgin loser with no future prospects'.
Well, it took time for Taka-sensei to get his act together, but by then, the deed was already done. By the time one of the male students confronted him regarding his picture-taking, all Akio did was shut his cellphone off. Another weirdo.
More specifically, a photographer weirdo, and the first male to announce his eagerness to join the club. Part of the student newspaper, apparently. Akio could have probably gone off on a long tangent to explain the reasons behind his actions, or perhaps he could even just hatch a quick lie, but ultimately, he saw no point in talking. He didn't exactly want to associate himself those sideshow attractions of students.
Not that he was any better.
No, he was probably worse.
If they were attractions, he was a freak.
And fuck, he hated thinking these thoughts.
Reminding himself of his original goal once more, Akio turned around, deciding that camera-enthusiast would have switched to attention-whore mode by now and forgot the fact that Akio existed. And then, he slipped away.
Back to the hospital I go.
Might as well say 'tadaima' when he got there.
Actually, all things considered, he was surprised that more guys weren't joining, considering the whole allure of bunny suits was meant to attract the opposite gender.
Life worked in weird ways, it appeared. Maybe the sheer insanity of pulling such a student made it too embarrassing for any males to approach, because they'd be instantly branded as a male pervert, which was apparently worse than a female one. Must be because a female pervert was 'kinky' while a male one was a 'depraved middle-aged virgin loser with no future prospects'.
Well, it took time for Taka-sensei to get his act together, but by then, the deed was already done. By the time one of the male students confronted him regarding his picture-taking, all Akio did was shut his cellphone off. Another weirdo.
More specifically, a photographer weirdo, and the first male to announce his eagerness to join the club. Part of the student newspaper, apparently. Akio could have probably gone off on a long tangent to explain the reasons behind his actions, or perhaps he could even just hatch a quick lie, but ultimately, he saw no point in talking. He didn't exactly want to associate himself those sideshow attractions of students.
Not that he was any better.
No, he was probably worse.
If they were attractions, he was a freak.
And fuck, he hated thinking these thoughts.
Reminding himself of his original goal once more, Akio turned around, deciding that camera-enthusiast would have switched to attention-whore mode by now and forgot the fact that Akio existed. And then, he slipped away.
Back to the hospital I go.
Might as well say 'tadaima' when he got there.
Posted. This isn't going to die yet. I need more Val-secrecy and trolling.
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