Holy Soldier

Olympus Academy: The School For the Demigods [High-Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay]

@ViciousmarrowIt would give Preston an excuse to leave the drab banquet, so he might not stop him if it comes to that point.

Olympus Academy: The School For the Demigods [High-Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay]

@lovely complexMind-fucking Preston? I'm sure he thought he was caught in an alcohol-induced hallucination where he imagined the ghost twins from The Shining except they wore Mickey Mouse ears. :)

Myth [Still Accepting!]

Working on a post to this.

R.W.B.Y. ~ The Colors of Dawn ~

Coch Talesin

Location: Group

@floodtalon

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After Chen had teleported over to him, Coch couldn’t afford to remove his hands from his guitar to take the offered water for there were too many fighters relying on his sound alone to keep moving. He kept playing, sweat pouring from his brow and chin, his eyes clenched tight to keep the salt from rolling into them and stinging them. The team laid their final smack down on the Falthon and when the Grim suddenly burst into embers, Coch dropped to his knees, gasping as though he had been resting from an endurance workout. His head was eased back to allow the cool air to wash over his glistening skin and his mouth agape with his labored pants.

If Chen remained next to him and his offer was still present, Coch’s golden eyes would roll over to him and he would raise a trembling hand toward the…he hesitated to give the boy a questionable look.

It’s water, I just couldn’t find a better way to transport water around.

Grasping it still with a bit of uncertainty, Coch started unscrewing the cap, and it was only then that he felt the stinging and burning sensation at the pads of his fingers. So much skin had been worn away by the strings and his vigorous techniques. Once the cap was free, Coch dumped the water back into his mouth and drank from it desperately, throat audibly pumping the refreshing liquid into his stomach. He drank until he needed to breathe, removing the flask from his mouth and gasping heavily.

“Thanks, mate,” Coch said gratefully, his voice still a little raspy, but his throat had felt much better with some water. He handed Chen back his flask.

“M’name’s Coch. What’s ch’name?”

All of a sudden, Glynda Goodwitch appeared.

“Oh nows y’wanna show up?” Coch facetiously muttered. After the death of several students, all she had to say was that their mission was complete? Who was caring about that right now?

Resting a hand upon his knee, the guitarist groaned as he rose to his feet and swung his Stratocaster onto his shoulder.

Olympus Academy: The School For the Demigods [High-Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay]

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Preston James McTavish

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Location; The Banquet
Interacting With; Felicity, May, Atticus @lovely complex@Viciousmarrow Mentioned: Cecily

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Good evening, sir…

Preston had been thinking how dead the banquet was and was feeling ashamed for having bothered to show up when a voice sounded in his direction. If it hadn’t sounded so polite and refined, then he wouldn’t have paid it any mind. The Son of Hera was not above ignoring those unworthy of his positive attention. The senior turned and his mineral-blue eyes settled upon…a bird.

He blinked…a bird was talking to him.

You can call me, Isaac, I will be Felicity’s voice for the night due to her inability to speak.

Ooh that explained everything. Unfortunately, Preston had been too mind-fucked to remember what the bird had said before that statement. Honestly, he should had started his introduction with that significant line first.

Preston calmly looked too little girl number one (Mickey Mouse ears…), and then little girl number two (More Mickey Mouse ears). Who brought their damn kids to the banquet? If it hadn’t been for the glass of wine, he might have brushed them with the arctic wedge of his shoulder without a care for how young or fresh they were. Raising his hand, he turned his palm upward in an expression as he parted his lips to return the introduction until all words crashed and piled up in his throat at the Asian child’s exclamation:

Him? I’d date and bang him too!

The senior’s handsome face twisted in the most unprofessional and unsightly way possible as though he wanted to express an emotion, but there had been too many emotions flooding his brain for him to process. What…the…fuck? Was somebody fucking with him? He couldn’t imagine that this was some god’s child. Without him needing to, the two girls seemed to clear out on their own.

Glancing down at his glass, Preston recovering from his condition turned to the table almost desperately.

Where’s the fucking Ambrosia? he thought. He would need it more than ever to survive this night, and it was only getting worse with the arrival of one of the most obnoxious and idiotic gods who ever fell from the divine tree and hit every branch labeled with incompetence on the way down. He was bellowing about something, but Preston was too busy inspecting each of the wine bottles on the table.

Ah, there we are! He felt so relieved. He grasped the bottle by the neck and set down his glass so that he could remove the cork and faced the rest of the room. The Son of Hera was shocked when he saw the Neanderthal waving the young, mute girl around by her gown like a doll. The Daughter of Zeus attempted to attract the Son of Ares’s attention to no avail as he turned his assault on the both of them. Such violence was unforgivable.

Preston returned to his glass and made sure to fill it to the brim with the Ambrosia first before he corked the bottle and picked it up. With bottle in hand and glass in the other, the Son of Hera calmly crossed the room over to the fuming ape and set his glass down on the last table before reaching him. He swapped it for one of the candle decorations and was walking up on Atticus just as he was finishing his long monologue about what blood flowed through his vein as though anyone cared about the heritage whose genes decided to skip over the buffoon.

Seconds after he threw the child at Cecily, Preston whipped the bottle across the man’s face with enough force that the bottle would have shattered regardless if his block of a head didn’t. The assault would have then doused him in the remaining Ambrosia that Preston would wave the candle beneath to set the warrior ablaze.

Let Them Fight - A Kaiju Gijinka RP

King Kong

Location: Sweet Cream, Ice Cream Parlor, Tokyo, Japan
Interacting with: Open, NPCs | Mentioned: N/A

Jingle, Jingle!

Routinely, standing behind the register of the Sweet Cream café, was a Japanese girl wearing a pink dress and a white apron with adorable brown bears stitched into it.

“Irashaimase!” the waitress cheered, throwing up her hands in celebration.

The small waitress then froze, blinking her eyes when she saw only a wall of muscle before her. Her eyes travelled up the brick road to a chest and then the face of a large man, peering down at her through black shades with a bestial grin on his face.

“Oh, oh my god…” the girl backed up, feeling chills darting up and down her back. The man was huge! Her back met the wall and she regarded the customer with her mouth hanging open for a few seconds, before red tints of embarrassment blossomed on her cheeks. What was she doing? He was a customer!

“H-how c-c-can I h-help you?” the girl asked, still with her back against the wall and a safe distance between her, the man, and the register.

The man raised a hand to his face and delicately pinched the leg of his sunglasses, raising them to reveal his golden eyes that swept the back counter and kitchen. His grin slowly dissolved behind his lips when he didn’t see his favorite sever.

“Where’s Blondy?” the man asked.

The Japanese girl blinked. Oh god, was he talking about Rei-chan? Oh! He must have been the creeper she had been talking about. Curling her lips back into her mouth, she bit them briefly in thought before she replied, “Oh, uh, she’s off! Yeah, it was really bad. She came down with uh…diarrhea!”

The back door waved as a voluptuous blonde stepped from the back with a box of sugar cones and abruptly stopped in her tracks, her eyes going wide, and the expression on her face upon seeing the giant of a man standing before the counter was one similar to if she had ran into a glass door. The grin returned to the man’s face and he side-stepped over along the counter until he was standing in her direction.

“She kept going to the bathroom and-“

Mayumi stopped in mid-sentence when Rei passed in front of her to set the cones in their place about the counter. Her lips were parted formed in the shape of the next words that were about to leave her mouth.

Blushing, Mayumi smiled and said sheepishly, “Ah, well, what do you know? She’s back! Welcome back Rei-chan!”

The blonde narrowed her eyes at the man and attempted to step to the side so that he wasn’t standing directly over her. She knew that his eyes were practically diving down her cleavage.

Mayumi crept forward. “Um, Rei-chan, I can serve him if you want?”

The man’s grin instantly morphed into one of protest as a harsh snarl was thrown in Mayumi’s direction.

“RRR!” the man snarled.

Mayumi’s back met the wall again. “Or not!”

Rei held a hand back to Mayumi as she said confidently, “I got this.”

She then frowned slightly up at the giant. “Don’t growl at my friend. What do you want? The usual?”

The man hid his teeth back behind his lips and answered, “Always.”

Rei turned to go retrieve a boat from the back counter and some bananas. This had been the man’s third visit, and if she planned on reporting him, then she best get his name.

“Hey, what’s your name?” Rei asked.

The man was grinning again, pleased that the female finally started to show interest in him.

“Kong.”

Rei paused halfway through peeling a banana and arched a brow. “Um…ok. What do you do around here Kong besides stalk women?”

Kong’s brows shot upwards, his mouth falling open in shock. “…What?”

“Do you have a job? What do you do?”

The gorilla reached a hand beneath the black cap he was wearing to scratch his head. He was still bothered by her last question and unsure how to answer her current one.

“Uh…I…destroy things…” Kong answered.

“Are you Demolition?”

The gorilla smiled. “Yeah, something like that. What do you do besides serve ice cream?”

Rei finished placing the four bananas in the boat and carried it over to the glass counter that contained their various ice cream flavors. She glanced up at Kong and said curtly, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Kong frowned a little. “Yeah, I would like to know.”

“You’re a bad stalker if you think I’m going to tell you that easily.”

The ape’s nose wrinkled angrily. “I’m not a stalker.”

“Oh yeah? Then I guess I can let Mayumi-chan serve you then?”

Kong glared over at the Japanese girl as she nervously clapped her hands together against her lap.

“Um…no….I think you got it, Rei-chan.”

Kong rested a large hand upon the glass counter and repeated, “Look, I’m not a stalker. I…I just…..rk…u….”

Rei was holding a ball of vanilla ice cream in her scooper when she arched a waxed brow at him. Mayumi had her hands pressed against her lips. She knew what he was trying to say!

“What?” said Rei.

Kong sighed heavily. Did he really have to say it again? “I like…you.”

“Aw!” Mayumi exclaimed. She swore her heart melted a little until Rei shot her a sharp glare.

“You like me? You don’t even know me.”

“Can I get to know you?”

“No!”

Kong’s teeth came together in another vicious frown as a growl rumbled from his throat. He didn’t like that word. Rei snapped her head up and she noticed the points in his teeth and uncomfortably stepped back.

“What are you?” she asked fearfully.

Kong reached a hand behind him to his back pocket and removed his wallet. Removing 1000 yen, he set it on the counter and took his unfinished banana split.

Rei held out a hand to stop him. “Wait, I didn’t finish making that.”

Kong angrily stormed out of the shop and grumbled over his shoulder, “Don’t worry about it.”

Jingle, jingle!

Once the man was gone, the tension seemed to seep out with him as the two girls sighed in relief. Mayumi stepped away from the wall and whined, “Aw, Rei-chan, he really liked you.”

“Mayumi, he wasn’t human…”

“Really? I mean…he was kind of big.”

“He’s huge! What person do you know that size?”

“Well, there are some basketball players…”

“But with all that muscle? He was like a giant ape! He said his name was Kong!”

“You’re so mean, Rei-chan.”

“Now I’m mean because I managed to get rid of my stalker?”

“He really liked you! It was so cute when he tried to confess to you. He must have been trying to say that this whole time!”

“He was staring down my shirt the entire time, Mayumi…”

Mayumi smiled sheepishly. “Well, um, you do have your boobs out a bit.”

“WHAT!?”

“I stare at them all the time too, I’m sorry!”

Rei just gawked at her friend as her cheeks flushed over.

“If he comes back you should apologize.”

“And have him keep visiting me every day? Um, no thank you.”

“Aw, Rei-chan!”

“I’m not talking about this anymore.”

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Kong was crouched a top of an overhang, stirring a banana in the vanilla ice cream that had melted. He was scowling at nothing as Rei’s insults played over and over in his head in endless torture. Stalker!

“Ksh!” Kong hissed before stuffing a whole banana in his mouth.

He glanced down at the mob of people entering the breezeway beneath him. They moved like a river as though they all ran on the same batteries. Stupid humans.

Let Them Fight - A Kaiju Gijinka RP

@2b3heartWhat's going to happen is, by the time this starts, I'll be in bed sleeping away, and the morning I wake up there will be like 20+ posts.

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@BelleI do now lol. Yar!

Let Them Fight - A Kaiju Gijinka RP

@LmpkioI suppose they won't have ice cream parlors on Monster Island? I think Kong might start in Tokyo then lol.

Let Them Fight - A Kaiju Gijinka RP

@LmpkioSo...when will the IC be open? o_o