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STATUS: all i've been trying to say is that Ethical Corruption has never been tried before you don't need to yell at me 19 days ago
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all i've been trying to say is that Ethical Corruption has never been tried before you don't need to yell at me
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Just ran a stale yellow. Nobody on this website is doing it like me, sticking it to the man like me, blazing a trail against tyranny like me. the only thing revolutionary about you is your rhetoric
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Takeru Segawa is the type of man they made myths out of. Intensely privileged to be able to say I watched him burn so bright as he did before going out with a win. I’ll miss you, hero.
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a frayed thread on the colorful tapestry of our existence, begging to be yanked until the whole thing unravels, a suggestive, inviting golden glow around the idea of leaking my buddy's DMs to his wife
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I'm like the "conspicuously modded with multiple trojan backdoors skyrim save on your friend's screenshare stream" of white boys
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they're a bunch of hacks dude
Just had our first hundred degree day and I was on my own as a cart monkey from five to close.
ladies and germs, your boy might hate everything a for a little bit
ladies and germs, your boy might hate everything a for a little bit
I work carts in north Texas, and it's summer.
I am convinced heatstroke is a myth if I haven't gotten it yet.
I am convinced heatstroke is a myth if I haven't gotten it yet.
This just in, carts are still hell on rails
I hate Texas and I hate the lazy shitters in it and I hate the spastics that scheduled me to close on my own with no help since 5
I hate Texas and I hate the lazy shitters in it and I hate the spastics that scheduled me to close on my own with no help since 5
Well, I'm officially cleared to join team Jumpercable ^_^ Working on the CS now. I want to post it here on the OOC for review, it will probably need much in the way of tweaking for balance. My char is getting into a rare way of using Dust, and getting into it deep. I've found very little info on putting Dust in one's body.
Welcome aboard, I'll we'll be glad to have you!
Dude nobody is going to expect your lineup under the name Flapjack
it's ingenious
it's ingenious
>JPBL
The more things change...
The more things change...
@Crimmy
Shiroyama Alliance
I...
"Makes sense, at least..."
For a given value of making sense.
I couldn't find fault in the statement, though. Being huge, blunt, and not to mention primarily made for construction, the lexicon of techniques for an I-Beam was probably always going to be rather short. And me still being thoroughly poleaxed by how bluntly superhuman people with awakened Auras were, honestly, just said more about me than it did everyone else.
I'd lived in a home with up to three of them, after all. Did I have reason to be so taken aback?
Probably not, but I still couldn't help myself, sometimes.
"Hey, Nii-chan!"
To speak of living with those three, there was two and a half of them now.
The door swung open wide, as the elder of my two sisters mercifully didn't kick it, as she had the door to my poor bedroom so many times, and all but dragged in the psychedelic-shirted and scruffy form of our elusive, wayward "uncle". For his part, he was taking this predicament about as well as ever, sporting that frivolously casual, slightly amused smirk on his face.
The one he always had.
"Yo, Luke. You're up bright and early, did something good happ—?"
"Do you know anywhere we could grab a snack? We're all feeling a bit peckish, and Tanner doesn't know if any of the old joints are still around, he says!"
The one that survived getting his catchphrase cut off and spoken for, apparently.
Also, how in the hell did anyone believe that?! It was Tanner "Rain, Wind, Shine, or Snow, I'll only Clue You into Half of What I Know" Oshino we were dealing with, here!
He definitely knew. He knew better than me, I was certain.
In fact, I would have even gone so far as to say he knew which I did and didn't know about.
...
I looked down to the table, at the now-finished bit mechanism. A spike of aura through...
A high, distinctly mechanical keening filled the air, and I confirmed that we did indeed have rotation, ladies and gentlemen. Reverse-engineering successful.
And now, I had a whole bunch of nothing else to do with the snacks ball squarely in my court. Pinned beneath two expectant gazes, one entirely blank one, and one that thought it already saw my response coming, I basically found myself coming to one conclusion.
"Yeah, I know a little coffee shop. Shouldn't be too far."
@Plank Sinatra@Ayazi@Silvan Haven@Write@LokiLeo789
A short time later, our squad of Shiroyama representatives managed to get there without much conflict, scene-causing, or real incident of any kind, which I would count in my list of small miracles for the day right alongside the tiny piece of machinery I'd shoved into my pocket. It was a quaint place, with a relaxed atmosphere that I could appreciate—
"Oh hey, that's Bianca!"
That April promptly shattered into a million pieces, crowing her discovery as soon as she noticed my new teammate. She waved eagerly to draw her attention—
"And, unless I'm mistaken, that's the Atlesian guy you met on the ship, right?" Dawn chimed in, tugging my sleeve as if I wasn't already well aware of their presence. "The 'secret agent'?"
I shook my head with a weary sigh.
"Yeah, that's Jericho. Just don't flood him with too many— eh?"
I had opened my eyes again to cast a stern, authoritative, older brother-esque look upon the two, but I was shocked to find only dust clouds in their wake. How in the heck did they manage that in a place with a whole bunch of booths, tables, and waitstaff milling about?
"Eh?!"
"Hi there! We're Luke's sisters!"
"It's nice to meet you, Bianca-san, Jericho-san!"
How?!
How'd they do it?!
Teleportation?!
Jack assisting from the sidelines?!
The World?!
I looked to Tanner for an explanation—
And he was gone too. I scanned the room—
"And I'll have a latte for myself, Miss. A shot of espresso in there to wake me up would be great, too. As you can see, I've got some exuberant company."
I...
I was, once again, left in the dust, with only Galla there to just kind of exist stonily near me for comfort.
I don't know why I even bothered deluding myself that they'd have done any different. All I could do now was head over and ensure that they didn't do too much damage to our good family name with their antics...
"Hey. Fancy meeting you guys here."
And so, I pulled up a seat between my sisters and did just that.
"Especially you, man." I continued, giving a pointed, but hopefully not confrontational look to Jericho. "I thought you were rid of us after the Sleipnir?"
Shiroyama Alliance
I...
"Makes sense, at least..."
For a given value of making sense.
I couldn't find fault in the statement, though. Being huge, blunt, and not to mention primarily made for construction, the lexicon of techniques for an I-Beam was probably always going to be rather short. And me still being thoroughly poleaxed by how bluntly superhuman people with awakened Auras were, honestly, just said more about me than it did everyone else.
I'd lived in a home with up to three of them, after all. Did I have reason to be so taken aback?
Probably not, but I still couldn't help myself, sometimes.
"Hey, Nii-chan!"
To speak of living with those three, there was two and a half of them now.
The door swung open wide, as the elder of my two sisters mercifully didn't kick it, as she had the door to my poor bedroom so many times, and all but dragged in the psychedelic-shirted and scruffy form of our elusive, wayward "uncle". For his part, he was taking this predicament about as well as ever, sporting that frivolously casual, slightly amused smirk on his face.
The one he always had.
"Yo, Luke. You're up bright and early, did something good happ—?"
"Do you know anywhere we could grab a snack? We're all feeling a bit peckish, and Tanner doesn't know if any of the old joints are still around, he says!"
The one that survived getting his catchphrase cut off and spoken for, apparently.
Also, how in the hell did anyone believe that?! It was Tanner "Rain, Wind, Shine, or Snow, I'll only Clue You into Half of What I Know" Oshino we were dealing with, here!
He definitely knew. He knew better than me, I was certain.
In fact, I would have even gone so far as to say he knew which I did and didn't know about.
...
I looked down to the table, at the now-finished bit mechanism. A spike of aura through...
A high, distinctly mechanical keening filled the air, and I confirmed that we did indeed have rotation, ladies and gentlemen. Reverse-engineering successful.
And now, I had a whole bunch of nothing else to do with the snacks ball squarely in my court. Pinned beneath two expectant gazes, one entirely blank one, and one that thought it already saw my response coming, I basically found myself coming to one conclusion.
"Yeah, I know a little coffee shop. Shouldn't be too far."
@Plank Sinatra@Ayazi@Silvan Haven@Write@LokiLeo789
A short time later, our squad of Shiroyama representatives managed to get there without much conflict, scene-causing, or real incident of any kind, which I would count in my list of small miracles for the day right alongside the tiny piece of machinery I'd shoved into my pocket. It was a quaint place, with a relaxed atmosphere that I could appreciate—
"Oh hey, that's Bianca!"
That April promptly shattered into a million pieces, crowing her discovery as soon as she noticed my new teammate. She waved eagerly to draw her attention—
"And, unless I'm mistaken, that's the Atlesian guy you met on the ship, right?" Dawn chimed in, tugging my sleeve as if I wasn't already well aware of their presence. "The 'secret agent'?"
I shook my head with a weary sigh.
"Yeah, that's Jericho. Just don't flood him with too many— eh?"
I had opened my eyes again to cast a stern, authoritative, older brother-esque look upon the two, but I was shocked to find only dust clouds in their wake. How in the heck did they manage that in a place with a whole bunch of booths, tables, and waitstaff milling about?
"Eh?!"
"Hi there! We're Luke's sisters!"
"It's nice to meet you, Bianca-san, Jericho-san!"
How?!
How'd they do it?!
Teleportation?!
Jack assisting from the sidelines?!
The World?!
I looked to Tanner for an explanation—
And he was gone too. I scanned the room—
"And I'll have a latte for myself, Miss. A shot of espresso in there to wake me up would be great, too. As you can see, I've got some exuberant company."
I...
I was, once again, left in the dust, with only Galla there to just kind of exist stonily near me for comfort.
I don't know why I even bothered deluding myself that they'd have done any different. All I could do now was head over and ensure that they didn't do too much damage to our good family name with their antics...
"Hey. Fancy meeting you guys here."
And so, I pulled up a seat between my sisters and did just that.
"Especially you, man." I continued, giving a pointed, but hopefully not confrontational look to Jericho. "I thought you were rid of us after the Sleipnir?"
sorrymasen on that, it's a bad habit of mine
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