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Luke Schwarz --Oh Okay

"So death by strangulation, then." he concluded, as Amy saw fit to do the proposed job for him with her eyesight.

It's different from choking.
Namely--
A good choke is much more secure.
And doesn't mess around with trying to see fear in the eyes.

Truthfully, though, he did wish he hadn't forgotten she could do that. It would have made for much less of a foot-in-mouth moment on his end, where he'd suddenly found himself suggesting the typical unnaturally bold idea that you'd normally hear come out of someone else's mouth. Even Jack had his head on straighter from the eyes of a contextless third person, albeit with one minor detail astray...

"I didn't mean the survivors, that's too far wherever they may be. What I meant was the old man right in front of us. There's no way I'd expect anyone here to scout that far ahead on their own. Myself included. Even I'm not that suicidal." he clarified stonily.

"I was really just suggesting I take a short walk ahead to figure him out, not even leaving eyesight. It's a moot point now, considering somebody has the aforementioned eyesight to get the job done without me straying. Thanks, Amy."

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Then a story about them.

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>Bringing up latest episode without praising glorious License-less Rider.

Have you no soul?



ROAR, JUSTICE!

@Onarax

Much better hero than that shithead Caped Baldy. If it weren't for true heroes like him and Genos, that egg-headed cuntmuffin never would have beaten the Sea King.

Hm. Semblances can be hereditary.

@harinezumikouken

Fug that tbh

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You could just enter N/A into the fields

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Luke Schwarz -- Investigation

He blinked.

Priscilla Montgomery.
One of the three missing members of Robert's old team--
For some reason, is here.
Stuck in the Distillery, of all places.
The plot isn't just thickening-- it's growing stranger.

He mentally made note to keep a track of these things in the back of his mind-- if nothing else, this mission would be quite the story to tell around the lunch table, or campfire, or text back home. It certainly never hurt to keep track of a mission's progress in any case, and should something continue the trend of "new factors in the game", it would behoove him to take note, and perhaps even use it alongside previous evidence to attempt to determine a pattern.

Would this be a time where Mom would tell me I'm beginning to think like a Hunter?
Or perhaps I'm putting too much though into it...

While it would be neither the first nor the last case in either respect, he returned focus to the matter at hand, Gazing through the low light of the facility hallway into the junction room beyond.

With a small start, his eyes widened as they laid upon an old man, slumped against the wall. Someone was in there! Granted, it wasn't certain if they were dead or merely unconscious, at least at this distance, with this lighting, and this lack of overwhelming evidence. If he wanted to properly understand the old man's circumstances, he would need to take a closer look.

A closer look that would require going right up to him. This far away, he could even properly tell if the old man was breathing. With this in mind, he aired the idea simply.

"There's somebody in the room ahead. If someone could keep an eye on me, I can go check it out real fast."

A risky maneuver, undoubtedly. Splitting off from the group was by far the number one way to offer oneself up on a silver platter. He knew that, for despite his general, habitual, almost natural penchant for erring towards the incompetent and foolish end of the scale, he was still not so uncultured as to hold any belief that ran counter to what was commonly understood by those as young as toddlers to be a bad move.

Which is why he had prepared for the extremely likely occasion of having the offer refused with a compromise: he would be to maintain visual and verbal contact at all times during the short trip to and from the junction room, perfectly willing to narrate his actions to the group as a whole in real time while never leaving the watchperson's line of sight.

You have to admit, that's at least the token step further than the bar set by fiction.

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Sterling Johnson -- Teammate Defense.

"On it!" he gruffly barked in response, spilling out the entire pouch of ball bearings into the air. Snapping Nuada's fist back into place, the robotic limb unsheathed it's blade with a swift click, adding a new dimension of deadliness into the constructed limb, which would serve him well as soon as something got past that familiar whirlwind of steel that was now surrounding him.

In the meantime, even as he latched on with a free hand to the "floor", he kept his eyes squarely upon Estelle as she made a quick bid for safety, ready to fire off more of the little bullets as soon as something even appeared to consider going after the two.

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I mean as much as I'd have loved to continue a side story about the greatest team that never was it wouldn't have been in line with the contest

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It lost the tone tbh

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They just mad they aren't gud enough to speedrun

CLOSED

Jonas Highwind

Location: In dorm, at the Grand Battle Station, manning the keys of Gameketsu.
Interacting with: Tiragath, HubertusZhuner, Odinfish2685, NObama1488, Vaelistis, yjcftrhdjyh, Zezima

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Sploosh.

The harpoon, guided by surgically precise hands, found itself hurled into the soft blues of the teeming water, carving through the surface tension as though a knife would warm butter. True to form of the wielder, who rippled with powerful muscles actuated by long, intense, grinding periods of strength training. He could do this for hours on end, with neither any sign of fatigue nor even great change in routine. Well, of course, what little of a routine he was capable of. Despite growing increasingly capable at this technique, he still had a lot to learn of the trade, and each thrust was a game of chance.

A game that apparently, he was having a stroke of luck with. Hauling his catch atop the pier, he looked on with pride at the dying, pinkish-purple mass of muscle some three feet long, tapering off into a hard and, if one wasn't careful, potentially deadly extra foot and a half of natural weaponry. His fourth swordfish in a row. He felt as though fireworks were going off above his head, and could practically hear fanfare in celebration. He was making real progress at this fishing thing.

TIKTAKTIKKITYTAKTAK.

The young man gazed over his fellows upon the pier, each similarly occupied as he slid the swordfish into his storage vessel. Being a minor throng as it were, he saw men and women of all walks of life huddled together over the choicest sport for their methods of plundering the water of its vast riches, the weak and strong side by side, sometimes standing so close they were practically atop one another. Speaking, he boldly broke the amicable silence of the atmosphere around them.

Lvls?
>37
>>55
same just got it lol
>gratz
>>gz
>>>76
>>>>54
nice nice
>>>>>98
>>>>fug
>>>how close to cape?
>>>>>2m away ;_;
>>keep at it fam lol

Spinning back away for a moment, Jonas highwind took a healthy pause from socializing on a deliberately outdated version of an MMO to keep up on his socialization in that shitty modern MMO called IRL, Outside expansion pack installed.

Because we don't have enough tired "nerd" jokes around here. Sliding past the lock screen of his phone, the 6'3 killing machine held the past few days in review. His escapades at soup, his destruction of Dallas and Zaheen's phone plans over Ronda Rousey being finally dethroned (THE MEME IS DEAD!), his continued destruction of them over Guts being off the boat, his stupid snapchats sent to Tara (Marked Darling_Imouto because he knew she hated it) with no responses back...

"Man, what a week. So much for Dal's warning and shit, though. Bruh better have something for me tomorrow when we hit chest."

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fuk u dork