Kafka Komedy

Corpse Party: Heavenly Curse

Yosuke looked over the blank white paper doll with an odd sense of dread. It just didn't feel right to him, I mean seriously, a little girl died, so we're gonna ask her to help us be friends? Then there was the matter that Mayuri had brought up someone who, for all intents and purposes, didn't exist. This reeked something awful (in the metaphorical sense, the actual doll itself looked fine.) Unfortunately, everyone seemed to be gathering around the doll to preform the ritual. He didn't want to be left out, and he sure as hell didn't want Naomi making fun of him for being a pussy and not tear a stupid paper doll.

With firm resolve, Yosuke joined the others in the circle around Mayuri, and sighed. "Alright, I'll try this doll thing if you want. I better not end up in hell though." Yosuke said, a slight grin on his face to hide his fear over the current situation. Ever one else was smiling to, clearly they weren't afraid. He had to be strong, for them. For her.

The Knights of Songbird: A Bioshock Roleplay

I'm fine with whatever. My Skype is hunter.kafka1 if you need it.

Okami

We have a very diverse cast, and I like the slower pace.

Okami

"No! Never man, I don't wanna kill anyone dude, please, let's all calm down an be all buddy buddy, okay?" Slang said, glancing nervously between all the animals, baring his fangs ever so slightly just encase things got violent. "By the way, Wolf and Rabbit, my previous offer still stands, I'll help you take care of these other clowns. Just say man." Slang added, weary moreso of the other two there. He decided that if anyone was going to die, it wasn't going to be him. He still hoped there would be absolutely no fighting though. His thoughts were mixed. He decided to wait it out, and let the others talk it over. He never was much of a leader.

Corpse Party: Heavenly Curse

"Wait, seriously?" Yosuke said, slightly concerned that one of his friends that was actually generally nice to him was leaving. "When? Why'd you drop this bombshell on us now?!?" Yosuke yelled, standing up. The floors creaked slightly under the stress, and thunder cracked across the skyline, shaking Yosuke back to reality. He cleared his throat in an attempt to regulate the atmosphere. "Sorry for flipping a little. Seriously though, why now? Did someone in your family get transferred or something?" Yosuke asked his friend, an underlying sorrow laden in his tone.

The Knights of Songbird: A Bioshock Roleplay

I was Mike Schmidt for Halloween, since we're on the topic I guess.

The Knights of Songbird: A Bioshock Roleplay

"So, the ol' saloon." Lucas said to himself, readjusting his brown vest-shirt and clearing his throat. He normally wouldn't be allowed in the saloon, as he was only nineteen. Fortunately, he was a Knight, and this was the regular place for meetings, as the bartender/owner was also a Knight. Although he didn't help on missions, he was still a great ally, providing a base of operations for the squad. Lucas quickly checked his tool belt to see if he had stashed his Hand Cannon in his tool belt. He luckily did, but silently cursed himself for not checking before leaving the house.

Lucas entered the bar, his nose immediately assaulted by an odd smell. He hated that smell, this was why he would probably never drink, booze smelled awful. He assumed it also tasted awful too. He shot the old man tending the bar a glance before making his way down into the wine cellar. He saw the boss, as well as a new face. He was young too, most members of the Knights were. They were the young, fresh, and lively, they had to be to fight the punks and jerks of Columbia. "Hey, new guy, I'm Lucas. Who're you?" He asked, pulling up a chair, and pulling out his Hand Cannon and investigating the chamber.

Okami

"Woah! Hey buddy! I don't even know who 'they' are, dude! Calm down, please!" Slang yelled, sweating profusely. "Please, take pity on me! I'm sorry!" Slang groveled, coiling up and shaking. "Look, I was just slithering around the forest, trying to grab a meal. Not a rabbit meal, mind you!" Slang said, shooting a truly pitiable expression at the brown rabbit. "Just, please let me leave." Slang whispered, hanging his head in a mix of depression and fear. "Look, I'll do you a favor, you don't trust these other guys? I'll get 'em for you!" Slang bartered, glaring at the two newer possible foes.

The Knights of Songbird: A Bioshock Roleplay

Lucas hopped off the Sky-Line near Soldier's Field and readjusted his tool belt and hair. He loved riding the Lines, the adrenalin, the wind in your hair, it was fantastic. Columbia was beautiful, true, but it was corrupt, with two idiots spewing their beliefs at each other, fighting for supremacy. That is why Lucas never joined the Vox, even though he was a worker. Fitzroy was just pissed at Fink, albeit rightfully so. He joined the Knights of Songbird because they fought for everyone, not just the working man, or the rich, white believers. Speaking of the Songbirds, he noticed a suspiciously familiar poster. A meeting? He stared at the telegram, and then at the poster, thinking it over.
"The motorized patriot can wait." Lucas said to himself, stuffing the telegram in his pocket and making his way to the usual meeting place for briefing.

Corpse Party: Heavenly Curse

"Have you ready the news paper lately?" Yosuke asked with his trademark slightly sad indifferent expression. "There's a killer on the loose, I think. They found two crime scenes with people kidneys removed, and hot tar in there eyes!" Yosuke whisper-screamed, trying to act as scared as possible over his obviously incredibly fake story. "I think it was around... Your neighborhood, Miyamoto-San!" Yosuke said, elbowing his "friend". "That's really scary, two serial killers on the loose!" Yosuke joked, making fun of Naomi's cold, calculating demeanor.