GreenGoat

Magik Ther Was

I will refrain from posting now then. btw, the spell doesn't extend to personal mp3 players right?

Fate / Finem Venatus RP (Fate / End Game)

Nope. I am not here. Maybe. This post is also an illusion.

Magik Ther Was

It is now Sunday night here. o.o

Magik Ther Was

Lol. Anyways, there is no real secret to rping a female character.

Just be natural.

Magik Ther Was

Altered Tundra said
always come across as tsudere. ;~;

But I thought people like tsundere.

The Last Bastion: Bunker Chicago

Junko Heizen
Intermission- Group HG

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Well that was that.

A mission completed and they haven't reneged on their pay. So far so good on this continent. Junko would have assumed they would have tried to cheat her out of some money or something and stuff themselves full of burgers from what she heard from the boys back home. She heard Jenive, the jetpack girl she rode to the heli, had gotten herself a promotion. Hopefully she doesn't get big headed from that and die in the next mission.

She laid down on her bunk, counting out the money again. She was unsure of how much this would turn out to be worth once she got back to Europe, but it seemed to be a good sum. It had better be considering what she was up against, and the dangers involved in this fog business. The fog was unknown, and the unknown had always brought more danger than anything else one could face. For instance, the previous mission was the first time she had ever seen a monstrosity with several eyes that doesn't even flinch from high caliber rounds. Was that perhaps a thing here, or was it the first time such a thing appeared here as well? Their blood interested her greatly; something that hot could be useful if the doktors back home had a look at it. Perhaps they may even find a use for it. Who knows? For now, Junko knows the things has a very high body temperature since Jenive got burnt just by tackling it. Or was that the byproduct of the jetpack? Perhaps Junko should go on another mission and make sure.

Opening her bag, she took a small rectangular package wrapped in paper, unwrapping it to reveal a white bar with a texture similar to sand. It tasted like sand as well when she walked out of the room eating the rations bar. Junko had submitted the chainsaw for inspection a while back, and ordered some new things to stick on Vladimir, as well as a new toy she had her eyes on. There was no sign of the delivery yet however, so she wondered if her equipments have been approved already or the overseer overlooked it. Or forgot about it entirely. Sighing, Junko readjusted Vladimir's straps, and continued walking.

She passed by a window with just a cursory glance, before stepping back to the window to have a good long look at the madness outside. A grill, complete with neon signs. How... odd? Nevertheless there didn't seem to be any snipers to take advantage of the situation judging from the lack of death, blood and guns firing, so she assumed this was ok for this place.

She could smell the meat sizzling, and though she was dubious of the origins of the meat, it did seem a whole lot more inviting than this sandy piece of anus bar she was trying to eat. However.... crazy fire man was not someone she'd like to go near, not when she heard rumors of him from the people in HQ. Perhaps her time would be better spent in the rest area, cleaning Vladimir's parts.

Magik Ther Was

I doubt people would even notice. Central Park is quite a big place.

Mobile Suit Gundam SEED - Heroes of ORB

Oh wow, that soldier was truly an ace. An ace at making people feel shitty. She didn't want to hear anything about being traitors and stuff. And besides... asking people probing questions and blatantly doing a survey of the ship while everyone was awake was not something a normal spy would do. It was too risky for too little gain. What she would do is blend in slowly, gain their trust, and basically get enough information in a plausible way to make people doubt you're a spy. And when it involves matters like state of the art prototype MSes? A few grunts would not be missed by anyone, least of all a spy whose mission came first. Just like back in the base... He seemed like a nice guy, served for quite a while, and then suddenly an attack out of nowhere.

Was he going by the same operation again? Milya did not know.

But in any case... she quietly packed all her tools, and closed Strike's leg armor. If the parts were causing problems, she could pinpoint them later on. These people were making her sick, though she showed no signs of it in her expression, still having the same pleasant smile on her face.

"If you guys don't mind, I'll be going off to see to Blitz now."

A blatant lie. It was too hot to continue working; what she wanted to do was simply go somewhere quiet and have her lunch. Socializing with her crew is a bit too much to do in this heat.

Magik Ther Was

well shit. Imma go edit some parts of my post.

Magik Ther Was

Wait, is it supposed to be 9AM or 9PM?

It only says at the stroke of nine.