Karl Kadaver

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Closed for Now]

Alex being hated by Artems in 3...2...1.

@Legion02

Are. Oh. Eff. El.

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Closed for Now]

@Madame Kitten

*whispers back*
But he kills her friends on a regular basis... :P

NOTICE ME SEMPAI!!!

Edit: Sorry. Watching too much Yandere Simulator.

*normal voice*
But, yeah. It's Artemis.

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Closed for Now]

@Madame Kitten
It's where you use pronouns instead of just saying the person's name. Even I don't know who my character has a crush on!

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Closed for Now]

I kept waking up throughout the night.

And in my post, I'm playing the pronoun game because I'm not sure what I want to do yet.

Monster Ops: Neutralization (Monster Musume no Iru Nichijou RP)

Charlie threw up her wings in frustration. "Great! Kirino killed him!" She kicked an imaginary can with her talon while she sulked, "Now we won't get paid. I knew I should've become a contract killer..."

This was right about the time that Kirino asked if anyone would get the boy some water. Charlie's head sprang up. Something she could do! "Sure! I'm on it!"

In her haste, she didn't see the tripwires. As soon as she entered the kitchen, she heard the pop of a small balloon. *POP!* She instinctively recoiled from the blast, tripping another wire. *POP* And like a domino professional, Charlie managed to trip Every. Single. Trap.

And she hadn't even gotten to the fridge yet.

Before long, Charlie found herself suspended from the ceiling, wings pinned to her sides, and her talons above her head, and covered in bits of rubber from the balloons. She struggled a bit, causing her to merely sway from side to side.

After spitting a piece of balloon out, she called out to the others. "Hey! A little help?" She strained toward the refrigerator. "I'm so close!"

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Closed for Now]

Toby was already on his third protein shake of the morning by the time the morning announcements came on. In the year and a half that he’d been a “guest” of Miss Dawson’s Home, this had become routine. Four shakes in the morning, before what ‘normal’ people would consider breakfast, four before lunch, and finally four before dinner. Granted, he didn’t enjoy the shakes (who would?), but it beat being tired and hungry all the time. He’d heard through the grapevine that it had been Miss Dawson’s idea. At the very least, someone had left a flowery-worded message on the whiteboard in his apartment’s kitchen, with instructions. Neither his parents, nor the medical professionals who had overseen him in the past had thought of it, he knew that for certain. The fact that someone who at least worked for Miss Dawson went out of their way to actually help Toby put him in a minority; he actually didn’t mind living at the Home. In fact, given the choice, he’d probably stay here, where monsters like him belong. He knew that there were many others who felt differently, so when such matters came up in conversation (what few conversations he’d had) he kept his head down and stayed quiet, usually with noncommittal grunts or nods.

He set his cup down and looked in the mirror in his bedroom. “Hi!”

Wow. Too forward much? Not to mention that his smile seemed just a little too big. Facial expressions still gave him some trouble since ‘the incident’. Or incidents, if you’d prefer.

He’d already decided that today would be the day. He was finally going to talk to that girl, the one he saw every day. He should try to approach her during breakfast at the mall. He figured she’d be there; pretty much everyone was there at that time.

“S’up?” Nah, too casual.

But casual would be his approach. He didn’t’ want to seem too nervous. He had to relax. There was this girl in his old high school. He wanted to ask her to the spring dance, because that’s what normal kids did. So he asked her, without any prepping. Bad idea. He stumbled, he stuttered, his voice cracked, and his skin turned a nice shade of sunburnt. Needless to say, she rejected him. No one would want to be seen with a monster like him. He wondered briefly if the other kids had seen him as a monster at that time, or if it was afterward…

“So…I don’t know if you know me. I’m Toby, the-“

Butcher? Slaughtermaster? He chuckled to himself. ‘Slaughtermaster’ sounded like a cool name for a supervillain. Or maybe a death metal band. But villainous or not, that was his job. According to his superior, Toby was the only ‘youngster’ to make it through more than a week. Sure, his first week had been sloppy, but over time, he perfected his technique. Just a quick… Nah, best not to think about that now. Save it for work. He decided to introduce himself as the butcher. Or maybe butcher’s apprentice. Yeah, apprentice sounded good. Did saying his job even matter? What if she hated what he did?

He downed the last of his shake, and immediately set to making another. He’d drink it on the way to breakfast. After getting dressed in his usual attire, a tan-brownish hoodie, cargo pants, and a greenish t-shirt, he grabbed his last shake and headed out the door toward the mall.

Monster Ops: Neutralization (Monster Musume no Iru Nichijou RP)

I'll volunteer Charlie to set off the traps in the kitchen. I should have a post up sometime in the next 3-4 hours.

I mean, unless someone goes before me.

EDIT: Hey, yall. Remember my idea for a FNAF-inspired fangame of Musume? Turns out they already did it: Five Nights in Anime.

WHY DIDN'T I KNOW ABOUT THIS?!

Monster Ops: Neutralization (Monster Musume no Iru Nichijou RP)

Charlie scanned the battlefield. While chaos ensued down below, she sat in her perch, high above the carnage and confusion. Her mouth curled into a smirk as she finally found a target: a man wielding dual uzis. He seemed immensely confident in himself as he mowed down every one of her teammates that came for him, gunning them down, one by one. He had no idea that she had him in her sights, it was the perfect time to strike.

She exhaled into her mic, then muttered a few words. "A pity...the last thing to go through your mind will be my bullet." She pulled her trigger, unleashing her 50 caliber payload. The bullet hit its mark, spraying blood and grey matter. Charlie pumped her fist in victory, but before she could get too excited, a voice came over her intercom:

"F**KIN CAMPER!"

Charlie was taken aback. Before she could retort, she was assaulted by a chorus of, "Yeah, WingedGodded96 is a f**kin camper! Camptastic!"

Ugh, guys, right? They get all butthurt when a girl beats them at their own game. Charlie blew a raspberry into her mic and scoffed, "Well, duh, I'm a sniper!"

*WingedGoddes96 has been kicked*

She threw her controller on the floor. "Oh, come on! Ya know what? Eff you guys!" She then flipped the television her own version of "the bird", and was just about to join a new game when she heard someone enter the house.

"U-Ummmm... hello? Is anybody here? This is Kyosuke..."

Her eyes went wide. She'd completely forgot that her charge would be coming today (despite having received the message from Smith not even an hour ago)! She practically fell over herself to get to the common area of their new apartment.

After a few moments of flapping and falling, she eventually found her charge: Kyo-chan. She stood up and examined him for a little while, her eyes locked on him, taking in his every feature. When she was finally satisfied, she stepped within arm's length of him. She smiled her best non-predatory smile and said, "Hey! Name's Charlie!" She reached behind her head and scratched it with one of her wing talons and added, "I'm sure the others are around here somewhere. You'll be here a while. You like video games?"

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Closed for Now]

I would just like to set the record straight: Turtles are the best.

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Closed for Now]

I don't know when I'll be able to post today...or tomorrow for that matter. I'll do what I can, but I make no guarantees. Sorry...