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Katekyo Hitman Reborn!: Rekindled Flame

And there's a Yoshi Post and half an Ayumu Post. You'll get the other half either when most of the thing that's happening now is resolved, the posts start dying down and/or a-time-period-I've-yet-to-determine-but-is-probably-based-on-my-Fire-Emblem-playthrough passes IRL

Katekyo Hitman Reborn!: Rekindled Flame

Yoshiaki Sugihara
Yoshi narrowed his eyes. Ever since they had ordered him to relinquish his bags - and rather heavy-handedly at that - he had seen this development coming from a mile away, like a video game NPC that asks the player for supplies of variable value but ultimately doesn't provide any real benefit other than experience points. At the very least, he could take solace in the fact that the fox didn't have his portable gaming systems, which were left at home because outlets are rarely prolific within mountain wilderness. "Tch. I knew it," he grunted, indignantly crossing his arms to demonstrate his irritation at the whole situation. Whatever. If this was the game they were going to play, then he'd play.

Mentally, Yoshiaki began formulating a quick list of things he had to worry about, and the things he could do about them. He could always try and smooth talk them, and he was pretty damn sure he'd get points with them for a 'mafia boss move', but he wasn't much well-suited for that social engineering bullshit. Better to just leave that shit to the preppy, popular kids like Ayumu. Hunting and gathering ought to be a good idea, and they had at least one person who could fight a predator animal, but he wasn't much of an outdoorsman; they might end up getting poison berries or something. Hopefully if it boiled down to that, their instructors would intervene. Finally, if all else failed, he could probably pick a fight with-

"...What the hell?" Before he could finish that thought, Sachiko sprung into action and became the catalyst for the chaotic series of events that followed. First was a purple flash and a loosed knife, then that blond-haired idiot Sanji charging in, and then... "Shit, Rei!" Yoshi yelled, crossing the distance and coming to a stop next to his fellow ne'er-do-well, "You alright? Both of you?" It was a rhetorical question; he knew she'd be okay. Call it force of habit. He turned around and stormed over to Sachiko, stomping past the tiger like it wasn't even there. "What the fuck was that?" he demanded, glaring daggers down at the shorter assassin. Unlike Rei who was mad from concern, Yoshi was just mad at this point. "You can't just throw knives around like that! What if s-" He paused for a moment, his mouth a hard line. "What if someone got seriously hurt?"

Ayumu Tomoe
'Well, there goes the waiting plan,' Ayumu sighed as the baby announced the penalty for their laziness, 'Out of the frying pan of heavy lifting and into the fire of survivalism...' Now he was really regretting handing over his bag; it had his guidebook in it! And if he didn't know anything, he couldn't do anything. He worriedly bit his lip, anxious and more on-edge than usual. He couldn't remain idle; he had do get busy, get working, get to doing something about it. He wouldn't- couldn't wait around and let everything just... happen.

A mouse-like squeak of a surprised yelp slipped through his lips once everyone began springing into chaotic action. He did nothing but stand in place. He was a spectator standing outside, looking in with dull eyes. It was only after a few silent moments that he realized he was staring at a tiger that had appeared from nowhere. But he did not avert his gaze. The gears of his mind turned until an idea struck him. Silently, Ayumu broke a stick off of a low-hanging tree branch and sat down before a grassless patch of earth. As the others gathered around the epicenter of chaos over yonder, he began silently carving furrows into the dirt with only the occasional look around to stop his work.

Katekyo Hitman Reborn!: Rekindled Flame

So yesterday I was going to make this big post about how I was going to usurp the role of Yoshiaki from Demon for an indeterminate amount of time, but then I fell asleep.

Then coincidentally, Demon cleared me for taking over Yoshi anyway while I was asleep.

How serendipitous.

Anyway, that's for anyone wondering why I'm going to be posting for Yoshi.

Katekyo Hitman Reborn!: Rekindled Flame

"...Whatever you say kiddo," Ayumu sighed, exasperation evident in his tone as he lifted his head and rested his chin on his arms. He didn't necessarily disbelieve Fon, but he definitely didn't believe in their other instructor; the baby might be as easily have been as left in the dark. Babies, after all, were not renowned for their ability to keep secrets. Or speak, for that matter. At any rate, it seemed patience would be the only option left one way or another. Oh well, it can't be helped. Besides, he'd been able to run on less fuel than this plenty of times before. He lay there patiently waiting for the feeling of tiny feet on his back to finally disappear before he could get up.

However, just when he was about to make his move, he was addressed by Yuki. A pregnant moment passed. "...Sh...cks..." he mumbled. His voice sounded bit odd, but it was too far muffled with his arms in close proximity to get a good read on his inflections. He raised his head and moved his hands parallel with his shoulders and, with a deep inhalation, pushed himself off the ground. "Nah, I'm good," he answered, dusting himself off as he did so. "No need to worry about me," he smiled, "Thanks for the concern though, I appreciate it."

Once the possibility of fighting bears was broached, Ayumu's mind began to wander. "...I wonder what bear tastes like..." he mused, lazily looking off at the clouds aloft. Surely it couldn't be all that different from venison, right? His mind travelled back a few summers ago when his clubmate's dad brought everyone some really nice venison dango to cele- 'Enough of that, there's work to be done,' he reminded himself. "My my, how violent. I'm sure PETA would like to have a word, what with all this hot boy-on-bear action," he commented, "Glad to know if any feral animals come charging in, we've got some strapping young lads to take care of them."

"...Well... the fake fun's fine in stories and movies, but I've got no stomach for the real thing," he added sheepishly, "I'll just leave that sort of thing to someone else. What's the chances the wildlife'll come after us anyway?" He clapped his hands together. "Now then, does anyone require any assistance while I wait and pray for the foxy one to return?"

Hunting the Most Dangerous Game (Private RWBY RP)

Argent watched carefully as the four-legged narwhal soared through the air like a majestic bird before crashing into the cold hard ground similarly to how a slightly less majestic bird with clipped wings would crash into the concrete pavement. She was far less interested in the adept acrobatic maneuvering displayed by the she-huntress with the bullwhip than she was in the visceral imagery of the battle. The Grimm was like a dying flame in the night, the sublime sights and sounds shined brilliantly in the darkness, and then ended with nothing more than a whimper, leaving nothing but shadow. Argent blinked and nodded in approval of the turn of events. It was, indeed, pretty good. At least a 3/10 in terms of aesthetic composition. Admittedly, that was a rather biased rating; she was kind of miffed that she didn't get to go to town on the beast while it was laid out and ready to be brutalized like a... thing that gets brutalized.

After pondering the nature of nature and breaking free of her reverie, Argent finally turned to the huntress, only to see nothing more than a face full of mammaries. The first thing she noted, other than the sudden absence of green, was the smell. It was like a raw burger, or maybe more like a medium-rare steak. It didn't smell like long pig at any rate, so she probably wasn't human. Whatever the case, she had seen fit to seek out another huntsman to deal with her threat, which was a point against her. But Argent had good manners, so she would introduce herself before she said anything. "I am Argent," she said, carefully reciting the introduction she had rehearsed with her guardian, "It is a pleasure to meet you. Eve." She blinked twice, allowing her robotic words to settle before she continued in a much more natural cadence: "Where the fuck's the ruins so we can get done with this shit?"

Welcome to Arcadia

"Oh pish-posh, it could always be much worse," Morgan insisted with a dismissive wave of her hand. If she had noticed Kayla's discontent, she obviously wasn't particularly concerned about it. "You could always be stuck in some seedy motel, worrying about whatever fu- screwed up mother...er... grabbed you in the first place. (...Not that you won't be free of worrying about it either way...)" Morgan's voice became a low murmur as she glanced at the wall clock and yawned.

"As for your question..." Morgan rested her chin on her palms, half-lidded eyes staring off at a random object to the side as she began to concoct an answer to the query. "...We've got a futon I can convert pretty easily, and I'm sure that we have a sleeping bag hidden away somewhere... My bed's pretty big, so I guess if you really wanted to be anal about it, we could share (but I'll probably kick you off)... And uh...There's always the floor." She shrugged. "That answers that. Kind of. Now are you willing to cooperate, or...?"

Morgan lifted an eyebrow as Kayla slouched in her seach. "...Hmm. It certainly seems that you've already cozied up to the idea of sleeping in a chair," she quipped, "Unfortunately this room isn't exactly well-suited for sleeping, lest you want have strange people talk loudly about their business while you're trying to get shut-eye." Morgan rose from her chair. "Up with you now," she gestured. @Arista

Katekyo Hitman Reborn!: Rekindled Flame

dw it's not like we move uber fast anyway

Hunting the Most Dangerous Game (Private RWBY RP)

Argent looked to the sudden sound off in the distance. Her animal eyes caught sight of a shape in the shadows of the treeline. It was a... horse with a horn. No, that wasn't the right word. It was a... something or other. She'd figure it out sooner or later. Perhaps unwisely, the pint-sized huntress opted to take the time to ponder the truth of what it meant to be a horse. Argent had seen seahorses before. They had no legs. Or arms. And the dudes got pregnant with a fuckload of kids at once, which was weird.

Oh, and they also lived in the water.

...

Yes. She could now confirm, without a shadow of a doubt, that the charging equine was, indeed, not a seahorse. She wasn't an idiot. It like a narwhal with legs, obviously. Which, of course, meant that she was going to kill the fuck out of it. Narwhal ivory was worth a fuck-ton of money man. She could like, buy... a bunch of useful shit with that kind of dough. Like dust or something. Probably not dust.

Argent hefted up her large, thick anchor and triggered the form change to a harpoon gun. As the arms folded inward, she raised the gun and aimed in the direction of the not!seahorse. "...Wait a goddamn..." Argent narrowed her eyes as she stared down the sights of her harpoon gun. There was something off about that strange, narwhalish not!seahorse, but she couldn't exactly tell what it was from this dis- "What the fucking hell?"

Argent quickly leapt backwards and fired her harpoon into a tree opposite her, creating a makeshift tripwire for the incoming Grimm-mount. Just as she did so, she heard the clarion call of "I'm gunna getcha!", which flummoxed her greatly. For a huntress, this individual's choice of tactic was very ineffective. How would she "get" the Grimm if she was mounted on it already? Perhaps she was simply unable to violently impale the beast and feed on its corpse until it dissolved, like a real man's man would. If that was the case, Argent would be driven to pity this individual on principle.

Only after the Grimm did a sick flip after running into her wire, though. There was no room for pity on the field of battle. Between pity and pure, unadulterated violence that would make cinemas give a recording of it at least an R rating, there was only room for one of them in the metaphorical town of battle.

Katekyo Hitman Reborn!: Rekindled Flame

@Kitsune You're up.

Katekyo Hitman Reborn!: Rekindled Flame

"If the campsite is beyond the trees what is the main need for Volkov to take our bags? If it is so close by than it shouldn't hurt to keep carrying them correct?"

"Things are rarely what they seem when on a mountain," Fon answered, hopping off Yoshi's head ("Ow!") and gently landing on Sachiko's, "Height easily warps the effective distance, the thinner air makes your breathing less efficient, so on and so forth. In truth, we're only about 60 or 70% done with the hike. As for the bags, consider it a training aide. If you spend all of your effort on hauling your things up, you will have little left for the rest of the day." He let his statement hang in the air, as if absorbing the mountain sounds and the rhythmic footfalls. "Of course, having you all simply hike up here would be wasting the time spent. Therefore, we had you carry your things as a sort of warm-up. The old adage of 'killing two birds with one stone' applies nicely to what was we were trying to accomplish. Does that satisfy your question?"

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Ayumu didn't want to be the first person to 'give up' as it were, so he had resigned himself to walking the rest of the walk and maybe developing lower back pain in the future. It was fortunate then that he was not the first one to pass their stuff along. 'Aha!' he thought triumphantly as the act of 'making your luggage someone else's problem' became socially acceptable. Almost a bit too readily, he thrust his bag into Shiso's arms when the opportunity arose. Now finally relieved of his burdens, he could go ahead and focus on other things. Like walking or the soreness of his feet, which were rather sore now that he'd had the opportunity to think about it.

'Damn, if I was a bit shorter and dressed like a cute girl, I could totally ask someone to carry me,' Ayumu bemoaned as he made his way up the trail with the smiliest of smiles, 'Alas, it seems fate has not deigned to make it so.' He released an appropriately exaggerated sigh, its purpose vague to all. It didn't help his issue; he was still tired...

"How am I gonna take down a jaguar and Bear without a knife, Scratch that! These two bad boys will handle them"

"...As your senpai, I'm morally obligated to explain that we don't have jaguars in Japan," Ayumu piped up, the deadpan in his expression extending to his tone of voice, "We do, however, have bears. Unfortunately I cannot endorse this course of action." Man, it hurt him emotionally to say these things. Though not in the way one might expect. "After all, it's not fair to fight bears with guns," he raised his arms and began flexing exaggeratedly but also half-heartedly, his lethargy rather evident in both his actions and words. It was also apparent that he was not a particularly muscular dude, but that wasn't really unexpected. At least he had sleeves on. "Bam. Pow. Bang." He allowed his arms to fall at his sides like wet noodles. "Et cetera, et cetera." He yawned. "Sorry guys, I'm kind of out of it right now. Maybe next time." He realized he had snacks packed away, but then he realized that he'd given the bag away already. Goddamn it.

AND THEN A BIT LATER THEY WERE PAST THE TREES YAAAAAAAAAAAAY

_{...Okay back to seriousness.}

The sun was just past the center of the sky, indicating that it was already early afternoon.

After crossing the treeline, the trail began to plateau into a fairly wide, level space. There was still a bit more mountain left, but it seemed that this would be the place. There was a makeshift fire pit - that is to say, a big hole surrounded by rocks with some wood in it - in the center of the area. Excepting a sheer drop straight ahead of the group, every side had a distinct, if somewhat overgrown, trail leading further up or down the mountain.

And that was... literally everything.

Then Ayumu fell over. And of course he'd make sure not to land on his face. "Umuu.... Finally...." he mumbled, burying his face into the bend of his elbow. Then, realization struck him. He rose his head and narrowed his eyes. "...Wait a second," he began, scanning the plateau, "Where the fuck _{pardon my language} is my stuff?!"