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6 yrs ago
Current All the guy did was change his pic to a swastika, say some entry-level /pol/ bytes, and changed his bio to basic slurs.
6 yrs ago
You know exactly who.
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6 yrs ago
I don't know why we can't blast both zoophiles and pedophiles at the same time. Two birds one stone.
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6 yrs ago
idk who needs to hear this but if you like women then you're gay, no ifs ands or buts
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7 yrs ago
I'm back.
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Bitch, I'm the best.

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Well that just takes the fun out of it. Nothing like a good ol' fashioned father-and-son shootout for some male bonding.
<Snipped quote by KoL>

My step mother almost had my dad shoot me when I came in the house a 5:00 in the morning from the station when we got a fire call, she got scared because the downstairs light was off and she thought I was someone trying to rob the house, the woman is fucking paranoid.


Shoot back then.
Alley Behind the Bank


Movement caught Chroma's eye as Blackout began to dart out from behind the cover again. Despite the intense pain racking his brain, Chroma knew he had to focus on Blackout's sudden bravery. Chroma moved his left hand from holding his head to pressing the ear communicator. "We have an enemy Master class cape in the vicinity. Blackout spotted. Moving to capture." While in the middle of his comms, Chroma flung the glob of green paint with his right hand, aimed to intercept the sliding cape somewhere along his trajectory towards Chroma. The green paint was supernaturally heavy, even a single drop weighing enough to be felt. Getting splashed by the green paint was often enough to overwhelm humans who weren't supernaturally strong, though there was obvious variation that would depend on exactly how much paint got on them.

But as Blackout continued to get closer, Chroma continued to relay as much information as he could. "At least three capes in the vicinity. Master digging into my mind with some kind of-" At this point his words began to lose meaning, descending into gibberish. For a brief moment he was confused, but it was the signal that he was now within range of Blackout's powers. Talking was pointless now. And it quickly became the least of his worries as the psychic attack on his mind increased in magnitude. Blackout said something, Chroma couldn't tell what, as he slid past. In that same timeframe, Regus had launched a chunk of asphalt in Chroma's direction. It was easy to spot considering he was already facing that general direction and it was easy to dodge without moving by twisting his upper body and leaning backwards at a sharp angle, a testament to his own physical fitness and quick witted-ness. While arrogant in his own way, Chroma wasn't stupid. He knew that if he took another step right now, while within Blackout's range, he would succumb to the blue paint he was standing in the midst of and fall. He had to stand in place for now, for just a moment. After avoiding the plate of road, Chroma directed his attention forward, trying to keep his mind off the pain and on his duty, to see where Regus was running. Unfortunately for him he didn't get to spend much time scanning for Regus.

The invisible Serephina slammed into him from the air, plunging her knife into his midsection. This would come to a surprise for her as well, considering the knife would not only refuse to penetrate the grey-paint coated uniform but even break off at the handle from the weight of the impact and the resistance of the cloth. Chroma's grey paint had a stronger consistency than even steel, something a simple knife wouldn't be able to slash through. But the impact itself served another purpose separate from injuring Chroma: it knocked him down. Both he and Serephina would tumble onto the blue paint, Chroma being moderately confused as to what hit him and why it felt like someone attempted to stab him. It would take a few seconds to piece together that an invisible girl tried to take a piece of him, especially considering the throbbing pain in his head did no favors for his coordination, but Chroma instinctively had a plan of attack.

He knew that once Blackout was out of range he could negate the blue paint he was now covered in, which would allow him to get back up. And after that he could fling a wide arc of green paint in Blackout's direction, something which would hopefully knock down and pin both Blackout and the unknown Serephina that had just made his day even worse. Assuming that all went well and that neither the Master attacking his mind nor anyone else in Blackout's crew had any more tricks up their sleeves, Chroma would have to issue some kind of perimeter scan. A Master class is dangerous, particularly one with enough range that could circumvent a need for line-of-sight. This guy (or girl) was most likely also a Thinker. As Chroma's words began to come back to him with the distance gained by Blackout, he had only one thing to say. "Not today!" He had no way of knowing where Serephina was, but he already began to prepare a large swath of green paint to douse the two criminals in. Their only hope of avoiding it would be to either dodge it by going above or under it, or to get out of the alley someway. The kind of weight that would be behind the paint hitting them would be nothing to walk off, likely even breaking bones if caught at an unfortunate angle.
@Angel Eyes You are literally incapable of making characters that aren't traps, aren't you?
Gil


The young man had already arrived several days ago, but he stayed a hotel until the Academy's opening day. He didn't have a lot of money but the place was cheap so it worked out in his favor. But as he entered the school grounds and silently inspected the horde of fellow students that entered with him he began to feel disappointed. A lot of these people seem like they came here for fun or something, he noted mentally, keeping his mouth shut as he found a good place to stand. Being somewhat taller than the most of the other prospective students it was easy to see everything. Gil wasn't the tallest but he was tall enough. In fact, because his height allowed him to easily focus on the platform where someone would surely address the crowd, he didn't notice the many staring eyes that rested their gaze on the massive handgun holstered at his waist. There was a good number of people with weapons here, but perhaps the sheer size of his Aerok fascinated the other students. After all no normal teenager, or even an adult, would be able to wield a thing like that.

It didn't take long for the Senior Instructor to take to the stage and address the new students. Gil didn't find her opening speech particularly interesting until she asked everyone what a Chaser is. Seemed like a rhetorical question to him, but soon enough people began shouting out what a Chaser meant to them. Someone said it was being cool, another didn't even seem to have ever heard of Chasers, and yet another declared it was being a hero. Gil let out a sigh and closed his eyes, shaking his head. When he opened them again he looked back to Reiko on the stage. My father told me about her, the Scarlet Sage. She already knows that this bunch is largely unfit. I just have to hope that none of them will drag me down with them... With another glance around the crowd, to see if anyone else would say something he figured was stupid, he noticed a few... odd people. Not everyone here was human. His annoyed expression settled into a frown as he looked to the dark sky above. They must be desperate if they are willing to accept both fools and monsters into their ranks...

Erisa


The Flower Spirit girl was already at the Akatsuki Academy before they opened their doors. She hadn't officially enrolled, per se, but they allowed her to stay on the school grounds for the past couple weeks leading up to the new semester. Erisa had no money and nowhere else to be, and perhaps the Academy understood that the young Youkai was well-meaning and in need of some assistance. Either way she was here now, waiting to properly join the school that was supposed to help her with her goal. Erisa was easily able to spot other Youkai among the students, even the ones that appeared human like she did. It was a feeling, like an instinct, to recognize the non-humans at a glance. Knowing she wasn't alone in her plight made her feel a bit more comfortable, but the overwhelming majority of students were humans and Erisa already knew that humans didn't often accept "monsters" like her into their midst. At least the people running the Academy were understanding. They even gave her weapons, so surely they were great allies to have.

As Reiko asked what a Chaser is to the crowd and various others began answering the question, Erisa became confused. While most already had an idea in their mind of what a Chaser is she had absolutely no clue what that term meant. She had only ever heard it in passing a few times. "What is a Chaser?" she mumbled to herself aloud, bringing a hand to her chin as she contemplated. As far as she could tell Chasers were humans that hunted down Youkai. But wasn't she about to become a Chaser then? Yet Erisa isn't human, so it isn't an exclusive term. Perhaps it is a job rather than a classification. Not all people who hunt Youkai would be Chasers, in that sense. The more she thought about it the more uncertain she became. Speaking of "hunting" Youkai didn't sit well with her. She was here to get assistance in "cleansing" the world and bringing back balance to nature. Erisa knew she was going to kill Youkai, but that isn't her specific goal. She decided to wait for Reiko's answer, as surely the Senior Instructor had the correct answer in store and wasn't asking because she didn't know.
Great, now you brought memes to the table. Thanks.

@KoL I made the requested changes and am now moving the sheets to the characters tab for ease of access.
@KoL Gotchu fam. I'll make the edits after I play a few CS:GO matches.
You thought I would bring one sheet but instead I bring two.


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