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STATUS: 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 24 days ago
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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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Completely fucking up my field sobriety test as i clamber out of the honda fit i've wrapped around a lightpost, staggering everywhere, before finally scoring a big fat goose egg on the breathalyzer
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Hey, better than not at all lawyer friendly Kyon
ah shit, forgot to re-introduce johnson in that one
hold a tic crimminator
hold a tic crimminator
@FlitterFaux@Plank Sinatra@Ayazi@Silvan Haven@Write@LokiLeo789@Crimmy
Lucas Schwarz
"Yeah, I figured, sorry about tha—" I began, before the masked girl abruptly and hastily cut me off to amend her statement. No, but yes? What was that supposed to mean?
Did I not have to clock my sisters?
Luckily, I didn't have to wait long before she explained her words further, very plainly fighting through nerves. It wasn't that we were overly loud so much as everything around her was loud and disorienting, then?
I blinked.
Waited a moment.
Sat on things as she floundered through her sentences, understandingly nodding along. Been there before, don't worry.
And then, finally, I spoke once she had explained herself all the way out. If we weren't directly at fault, all the better, but still being part of the overt noise overload still did feel kind of bad. Not to mention, if she needed help getting somewhere, I had no reason to turn her down with a scroll and the map function so handy.
I favored the masked woman with an easy, friendly smile.
"Ah, yeah. I can get where you're coming from. The hustle of a city's a bit different from the countrysi--"
"S-Skye!" she abruptly spurted out, cutting me off mid-sentence again. I really hoped that wouldn't be a trend...
And evidently, we'd both forgotten about the whole "names" thing. How embarrassing. Had I forgotten common courtesy's first rule, here? All these last-minute trips and missions must have been getting to me, really.
I guess that meant neither of us really needed to apologize, at least?
...I got the distinct feeling that it was a lot less understandable on my end than it was for her. After all, I was, if nothing else, clearly more used to talking to people...
"My name is Skye."
"And I'm Luke." I returned the introduction, hoping that she wasn't fretting too hard about it. Donmai, daijobu desu. We all screw up, Fox-lady. "Pleasure to meet you, Skye. You said something about needing directions?"
@Crimmy@Sho Minazuki
STERLING JOHNSON
"Yo, Shuai! Varius!"
The food stand, recently deprived of one of it's few customers, was approached once more by a tall, powerful figure. A masculine, if somewhat rougher than usual voice was calling out to the staff, whilst an arm of pure silver waved in greeting, the advanced machinery looking almost human in the fluidity of the motion.
Running his organic hand back through his short and disheveled silver hair, the former acting leader of the currently defunct SESL smirked as he drew up to the stall, his stubble-lined jaw seeming almost as though it, for a brief second, needed to remember how.
"Slow day out here, huh, guys?"
Sterling Johnson had finally manned the hell up and come out of hiding.
That, or he may have ran through his stockpile of "I just cocked up bad" liquor and felt like hell in a handbasket, but either possibility probably meant that him being here was an improvement.
Hopefully, the guys wouldn't care too much which was which.
Lucas Schwarz
"Yeah, I figured, sorry about tha—" I began, before the masked girl abruptly and hastily cut me off to amend her statement. No, but yes? What was that supposed to mean?
Did I not have to clock my sisters?
Luckily, I didn't have to wait long before she explained her words further, very plainly fighting through nerves. It wasn't that we were overly loud so much as everything around her was loud and disorienting, then?
I blinked.
Waited a moment.
Sat on things as she floundered through her sentences, understandingly nodding along. Been there before, don't worry.
And then, finally, I spoke once she had explained herself all the way out. If we weren't directly at fault, all the better, but still being part of the overt noise overload still did feel kind of bad. Not to mention, if she needed help getting somewhere, I had no reason to turn her down with a scroll and the map function so handy.
I favored the masked woman with an easy, friendly smile.
"Ah, yeah. I can get where you're coming from. The hustle of a city's a bit different from the countrysi--"
"S-Skye!" she abruptly spurted out, cutting me off mid-sentence again. I really hoped that wouldn't be a trend...
And evidently, we'd both forgotten about the whole "names" thing. How embarrassing. Had I forgotten common courtesy's first rule, here? All these last-minute trips and missions must have been getting to me, really.
I guess that meant neither of us really needed to apologize, at least?
...I got the distinct feeling that it was a lot less understandable on my end than it was for her. After all, I was, if nothing else, clearly more used to talking to people...
"My name is Skye."
"And I'm Luke." I returned the introduction, hoping that she wasn't fretting too hard about it. Donmai, daijobu desu. We all screw up, Fox-lady. "Pleasure to meet you, Skye. You said something about needing directions?"
@Crimmy@Sho Minazuki
STERLING JOHNSON
"Yo, Shuai! Varius!"
The food stand, recently deprived of one of it's few customers, was approached once more by a tall, powerful figure. A masculine, if somewhat rougher than usual voice was calling out to the staff, whilst an arm of pure silver waved in greeting, the advanced machinery looking almost human in the fluidity of the motion.
Running his organic hand back through his short and disheveled silver hair, the former acting leader of the currently defunct SESL smirked as he drew up to the stall, his stubble-lined jaw seeming almost as though it, for a brief second, needed to remember how.
"Slow day out here, huh, guys?"
Sterling Johnson had finally manned the hell up and come out of hiding.
That, or he may have ran through his stockpile of "I just cocked up bad" liquor and felt like hell in a handbasket, but either possibility probably meant that him being here was an improvement.
Hopefully, the guys wouldn't care too much which was which.
@Crimmy
Hoshi Nakajima
"Guh..." Hoshi eloquently groaned as the line in front of her stalled, with the member at the front currently negotiating with the cashier about something involving coupons. It looked like it was gonna take a while before the Peanut Butter and Jelly cravings she and her cousin were nursing were going to be satisfied...
You have nobody to blame but yourself, Hoshi. Tendou's cool words drifted through the space between her ears. If you had just run to get Peanut Butter as you said, you likely would have gotten here ahead of most of these people.
Hoshi, arms laden with jars of peanut butter, a package of bacon, chips, and a few cartons of Greek Yogurt, frowned.
These were important purchases.
You came with 750 yen from Kyotaro's wallet, and left with roughly 750 yen left in your wallet.
S-So?
It was her money, she could spend it if she wanted!
But it would be wise to start learning to shop based on need as opposed to want. A fool and his money part quickly, Hoshi, and you should aspire to be unlike a fool— Try more like the young woman behind you.
At the fairy's prompting, the blonde looked over her shoulder to find the tall, pretty woman behind her who was none other than the school-wide famous Katsura Hyoukyo, notable bastion of intellect, wisdom, and ambition.
And now, Hoshi learned that the third-year was a smart shopper, too, with only two items as opposed to her... uuuuunder a dozen. As one would expect of such a bright student.
"Oh, would you want to go ahead, Hyoukyo-senpai?" Hoshi asked, stepping to the side and eliciting an amused chuckle from Tendou as she managed to simultaneously bowl over common courtesy even as she upheld it. "It looks like you've got a lot less stuff than me, so you'll be able to get outta here more quickly."
You do know she never gave you her name?
It'll be fine, she's famous! Like, legitimately a Star or something.
Hoshi Nakajima
"Guh..." Hoshi eloquently groaned as the line in front of her stalled, with the member at the front currently negotiating with the cashier about something involving coupons. It looked like it was gonna take a while before the Peanut Butter and Jelly cravings she and her cousin were nursing were going to be satisfied...
You have nobody to blame but yourself, Hoshi. Tendou's cool words drifted through the space between her ears. If you had just run to get Peanut Butter as you said, you likely would have gotten here ahead of most of these people.
Hoshi, arms laden with jars of peanut butter, a package of bacon, chips, and a few cartons of Greek Yogurt, frowned.
These were important purchases.
You came with 750 yen from Kyotaro's wallet, and left with roughly 750 yen left in your wallet.
S-So?
It was her money, she could spend it if she wanted!
But it would be wise to start learning to shop based on need as opposed to want. A fool and his money part quickly, Hoshi, and you should aspire to be unlike a fool— Try more like the young woman behind you.
At the fairy's prompting, the blonde looked over her shoulder to find the tall, pretty woman behind her who was none other than the school-wide famous Katsura Hyoukyo, notable bastion of intellect, wisdom, and ambition.
And now, Hoshi learned that the third-year was a smart shopper, too, with only two items as opposed to her... uuuuunder a dozen. As one would expect of such a bright student.
"Oh, would you want to go ahead, Hyoukyo-senpai?" Hoshi asked, stepping to the side and eliciting an amused chuckle from Tendou as she managed to simultaneously bowl over common courtesy even as she upheld it. "It looks like you've got a lot less stuff than me, so you'll be able to get outta here more quickly."
You do know she never gave you her name?
It'll be fine, she's famous! Like, legitimately a Star or something.
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just post again, i'm not going to be able to get anything in for the half of the mindaro family hanging around there, and luke has a habit of getting lost in conversations with standoffish seeming girls
something isn't right with that kid...
Foodstand senpais you HAVE YOUR BURGER MAN
Hope I've kept track of everyone.
@FlitterFaux@Plank Sinatra@Ayazi@Silvan Haven@Write@LokiLeo789@Crimmy
Lucas Schwarz
Chaos.
In the time it had taken for the Atlesian expatriate to simply answer my question, the scene had devolved into pure, unmitigated chaos. The amount of people in our small group had roughly tripled, with Beryl hugging the life out of Bianca, after dragging in some wiry-looking faunus guy that I could only assume was their new teammate following Napoli's departure, Vega was right behind her ordering tea from Jericho, a respectable-looking older woman had followed them in and was now idly being chatted up by Tanner...
"Uh, righ—"
"Whatever he's said about us, take it with a grain of salt!"
"I have the shaker right here!"
"That's the way, throw it over his left shoulder!"
"Wasn't it supposed to be the right shoulder?"
"Get both, just to be sure! No evil spirits on this guy's shoulders!"
"No bad luck, either!"
Did they both just think they could do whatever the hell they pleased with other people's personal space?! Did their classmates just let them pull this nonsense at Signal? As a concerned elder brother, I feel like I should be looking into this if I want to continue my transition towards being the responsible type...
"Would you two please knock it off?" I demanded, unable to keep the annoyed growl out of the firmness in my voice. Poor Jericho didn't even have time to cut in between them.
"Why would we knock the salt off? It's there to ward away bad luck." April deadpanned back to me, with a flat "are you stupid" type of expression. "Do you want him to be unlucky?"
"I want him to have his personal space respected! He's not me, and even I don't like it when the two of you pull one of these gags!"
Like leaving garlic on my windowsill after watching a vampire movie, or sticking crosses in my face at random, and not to mention all of the wrestling moves at eight in the morning every single day!
"Huh. Well," Dawn began, setting the salt shaker back onto the table and primly returning to her seat as April did the same across from her. "He does give that older brother vibe though, right?"
What? No he doesn'—
"Yeah, he does. Say, are we right, Jer-kun? Are you an older brother? You've got the same kinda frowny face as Luke!"
"I do not have a frowny face."
I'm not that pretty, either.
Before I could further retort, however, my attention was sidetracked by a wispy, raspy, and sort of muffled voice floating in from roughly behind me. Evidently, all the commotion had attracted the attention of other patrons.
With a sigh, I turned and gazed up at the tall, vaguely feminine figure donned in the fox mask and overcoat looming over me.
Right, no identifying features aside from height. Not suspicious at all but...
I glanced back at the two girls currently abuzz over the fairly nonplussed looking knight.
What the hell, right? This cafe's full of weirdos I know. Not like I can really judge.
"Good morning," I said in return, inclining my head slightly to the woman(?) in apology. "Are we being too loud?"
Yes.
Yes we were.
That was definitely true, whether they would say as much or not.
Lucas Schwarz
Chaos.
In the time it had taken for the Atlesian expatriate to simply answer my question, the scene had devolved into pure, unmitigated chaos. The amount of people in our small group had roughly tripled, with Beryl hugging the life out of Bianca, after dragging in some wiry-looking faunus guy that I could only assume was their new teammate following Napoli's departure, Vega was right behind her ordering tea from Jericho, a respectable-looking older woman had followed them in and was now idly being chatted up by Tanner...
"Uh, righ—"
"Whatever he's said about us, take it with a grain of salt!"
"I have the shaker right here!"
"That's the way, throw it over his left shoulder!"
"Wasn't it supposed to be the right shoulder?"
"Get both, just to be sure! No evil spirits on this guy's shoulders!"
"No bad luck, either!"
Did they both just think they could do whatever the hell they pleased with other people's personal space?! Did their classmates just let them pull this nonsense at Signal? As a concerned elder brother, I feel like I should be looking into this if I want to continue my transition towards being the responsible type...
"Would you two please knock it off?" I demanded, unable to keep the annoyed growl out of the firmness in my voice. Poor Jericho didn't even have time to cut in between them.
"Why would we knock the salt off? It's there to ward away bad luck." April deadpanned back to me, with a flat "are you stupid" type of expression. "Do you want him to be unlucky?"
"I want him to have his personal space respected! He's not me, and even I don't like it when the two of you pull one of these gags!"
Like leaving garlic on my windowsill after watching a vampire movie, or sticking crosses in my face at random, and not to mention all of the wrestling moves at eight in the morning every single day!
"Huh. Well," Dawn began, setting the salt shaker back onto the table and primly returning to her seat as April did the same across from her. "He does give that older brother vibe though, right?"
What? No he doesn'—
"Yeah, he does. Say, are we right, Jer-kun? Are you an older brother? You've got the same kinda frowny face as Luke!"
"I do not have a frowny face."
I'm not that pretty, either.
Before I could further retort, however, my attention was sidetracked by a wispy, raspy, and sort of muffled voice floating in from roughly behind me. Evidently, all the commotion had attracted the attention of other patrons.
With a sigh, I turned and gazed up at the tall, vaguely feminine figure donned in the fox mask and overcoat looming over me.
Right, no identifying features aside from height. Not suspicious at all but...
I glanced back at the two girls currently abuzz over the fairly nonplussed looking knight.
What the hell, right? This cafe's full of weirdos I know. Not like I can really judge.
"Good morning," I said in return, inclining my head slightly to the woman(?) in apology. "Are we being too loud?"
Yes.
Yes we were.
That was definitely true, whether they would say as much or not.
With all this talk of second characters, part of me is wanting to revive old Sterling from his Whiskey-induced stupor after failing that mission.
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