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3 yrs ago
If you're buying "health food bars" make sure you check the sugar content. A little natural sugar is normal, but it ain't heathy if it has 20g added sugar.
3 yrs ago
Being a small pepper.
3 yrs ago
Just shout to the heavens "UWOH SEGGS" and wait for divine inspiration. Or your family's disapproval. Whichever gets there first.
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3 yrs ago
I love when I shovel myself out, drive through a snowstorm to get to work on time... and then my boss calls me 5 minutes after when I was supposed to arrive that he's not coming in and to go home...
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Facts about me:
1. I like writing.
2. I like cats.
3. I like RWBY. (#Yangbestgril)
4. I am 30+ years old... (I lost count...)
5. I have graduated college.
6. I'm trying to get better at drawing.
7. I'm a dude.
8. I eat far too much cheese.
9. I watched a Markiplier video once. Now I have a crippling Taki addiction. Don't send help, just more Takis.
10. I have two dogs and they're cuter than yours.
11. For some reason I have three motorcycles.
12. My cheese addiction has cost me one gallbladder. I have not learned my lesson.

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https://www.fanfiction.net/u/1700005/KillamriX88

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Well here goes something. Made up my own species for this character. Hopefully everything is OK. As for her "transformation" when you get to it, I guess I'd best describe it as a species specific kaio-ken with a twist, though it's not technically based off of the kaio-ken in any way. Just sort of the best reference point I can think of to give.



Apologies if her story is horribly melodramatic, but it was me summarizing a much longer story that I've had in my head for quite some time and trying to narrow it down to the important bits. It's only somewhat as messed up as it sounds. Or maybe just as messed up, I dunno, I've never had it written down before.
What's the position on cybernetics, transhumanism, grumpy Scots, and combining the three into one drunken mess?


I like the cut of your jib.

@Hammerman@Crowvette

'Dammit... dammit... not again!' Rurik wasn't much of a dancer, that much was clear. He was basically just being pulled and dragged around the dancefloor by Christine while he put all his faculties into not stepping on her feet. Meanwhile, the spotlight that shone upon them grated further and further on his nerves. He had no doubt that little rich brat was behind it.

What she didn't realize, was that this meant war.

Except every time he was about to take aim at it, Christine would lead him out of sight of it! Either another dancing couple would get in the way, or she'd turn him so he wasn't able to see it! It was maddening!

No, no, it was fine. They'd been dancing long enough now that he'd totally gotten a feel for it. Guys were supposed to lead when dancing anyway, right? Ignoring that he'd just mentally trampled over decades of gender progression, he put his plan into action. With the grand total of three minutes or so of experience he'd just acquired, he tried to take the lead.

In doing so, he effectively tripped Christine, threatening to knock her on her ass. Rather than a simple maneuver so he could get the damnable spotlight in his sights, he'd instead ended up having to catch her. To the casual observer, it looked like he'd thrown Christine into a dip as part of their dance. Someone even clapped. Rurik just clenched his jaw and rolled with it. Never mind the fact that all his weight had ended up loaded on one foot and a gentle breeze threatened to demolish what was left of his balance.

On the bright side, he was facing the right direction now. He extended his index finger and fired off a tiny bolt, which sped across the room and punched a neat hole in the spotlight lens, annihilating's the bulb inside. It would look like someone had simply turned it off unless they took a closer look, and with Rurik's projectiles being nigh imperceptible energy, it was untraceable. With a victorious smirk, he set about pulling himself and Christine upright again.

"What can I say? You're, uhh, a great teacher..." Rurik told her while unable to meet her eyes. Yep. Totally... totally on purpose.

The battle was won and the ball was back in Lise's court.
Very interesting. I am intrigued. A long time ago I dreamed up some characters just for fun that I could totally fit into this.
Ooof, I really shouldn't be taking on more stuff, but color me interested.

@Hammerman@Crowvette

For a split-second, Rurik saw red. It seemed that despite her "charitable ball" she was just another arrogant, stuck-up, rich girl. He clenched his fists, energy gathering inside him without even thinking. He took a step forward, words on the tip of his tongue. His mind had settled on anger and spite as his response. Some in the crowd began to frantically murmur, seeing the intensely derisive look on Rurik's face.

Then he just stopped before his mouth opened. Somehow it felt to familiar of a situation. Stirring things up unnecessarily in front of Christine suddenly wasn't very appealing. He'd refrain... this time.

Oh he'd still be a spiteful bastard about it, though.

He suddenly grabbed Christine's hands and pulled her over, assuming some terrible approximation of a dancer's stance.

"First come first serve," Rurik said, leaning his head around Christine to shoot a scowl at Lise. "Although, I don't really know how to dance. You'll have to teach me, Christine. Might take a while." His frown shifted to a knowing smirk. "I'm a slow study."

@Hammerman@Crowvette

As Christine confronted him, Rurik stopped breathing. Shit, shit, shit. What was going to happen? What wa-

And then she twirled her dress, exposing herself more than ever. Beforehand, Rurik had been like a deer in the headlights, afterward, his mouth was a thin line as he just stared at her unimpressed.

Some things never changed.

"Yeah, eye-catching, uhuh." Rurik droned tiredly. He was pretty sure it wasn't the dress that was catching everyone's eyes. Maybe at first, but... Christine continued on, telling him things he'd already observed for himself. He had to imagine Kath wouldn't have shown up only to bleed all over the dance-floor. Well, not unless Yuuto decided he had unfinished business. He shot the aforementioned ninja a brief glance, but figured that was probably unlikely.

"That's, uh, that's great. So, umm, happy..." Rurik's lips twitched into a forced smile. Couldn't she have at least been paralyzed from the waist down or something? Something to slow her down?

He was confused, really. Was she... not mad? Did she just not want to bring it up during such a public gathering? But then she could have just avoided him until later. Was everything just OK? Was it that easy?

Because he was totally OK with sweeping it under the rug and letting it be that easy.

A strange feeling came over him. Relief and... something else. He took a tentative step toward her, "Um-" And then someone thrust herself into their conversation, attempting to drag Christine away to dance.

Twitch.

"I'm sorry, and you fucking are?" Rurik narrowed his eyes at her. "Because we're in the middle of something, so if you could just not, that'd be great."

His words earned a number of gasps from those around them.

"Doesn't he know who that is?" "That's Liselotte Castellan de Valois-Saint-Remy!" "Watch your mouth!"

Rurik raised an eyebrow and stared blankly back at the crowd, "Lisa who?"

"She set up this entire Ball!"

". . . Oh." He blinked once. "And?" It was about then that a second hamster wheel began turning in his head, dredging up a stale memory from a short while ago. Finally something clicked. "Ohhhhhh." Rurik straightened up, nodding in understanding. "Right." He snorted, cheeks puffing out as he looked back to the girl. "Didn't I blow you up?"


It was a few days before the ball, and word had spread that it was going to be a festive costume party. Rurik did not have a costume. He'd decided, however, that he wanted one.

He found himself at a small, tacky party store that had just started stocking more spooky paraphernalia. There was just one problem.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

He knew the person behind the counter. It was one of his "friends" from before Mephisto's. One of the friends who'd gone and gotten arrested while Rurik had been too scared to join in, unknowingly saving himself from sharing their fate. He'd... never actually run into them since that day.

Until now.

"Well this is awkward." Rurik sighed, arms laden with his chosen supplied.

"Rurik," the guy said, apparently remembering his name. That was... nice? "You look like shit." Or not.

"You... too?" Rurik raised an eyebrow. "Nice to see you again."

"It's really not." The guy crossed his arms.

"OK, well, I'm just gonna get this stuff and go." Rurik rolled his eyes, already done with this encounter. His "friend" rang up the items, wracking up a small sum that was still somehow more than Rurik cared for it to be.

"That'll be 100."

"That's literally three times what the machine says," Rurik narrowed his eyes.

"We both know you owe me."

Rurik took a deep breath, "Do not be that guy."

"Oh, I'm gonna be that guy."

"Trust me when I say life has already more than evened things out," Rurik told him.

"As much as that warms my heart, it doesn't really do me much good. Come on, man, just... do the right thing. You'll feel better."

Rurik just stared at him, but then sighed, "Yeah, you're right." Rurik suddenly reached out, putting his hand on the guy's shoulder. "I'll do what'll make me feel better."

"Wh-" And suddenly Rurik grabbed the back of his head and slammed his face into the counter. He didn't hold back. It took a solid thirty seconds for him to regain his senses and by then, Rurik had hopped the counter.

"So, tell me, those cameras real or for show?" Rurik asked him.

"F-fuck... you- GAH!" Not giving the desired answer, Rurik stomped down on his hand. "You're fucking insane!"

"Yeah, Mephisto's'll do that to a guy. Now, cameras?"

"Th-they're fake! OK?!"

"Cool, where's the computer that stores the footage then? Back there?" Rurik meandered into the room behind the front counter. A few moments and a lot of explosions later, Rurik walked back out, dusting himself off. "Well, it's been real. Say anything, you're dead and all that shit. Bye."

Supplies in hand, Rurik vacated the store before anyone else walked in. He supposed picking the shittiest, cheapest store had its merits.

"Huh... he was right. I do feel better."

. . .
@Gentlemanvaultboy@Hammerman

Arriving at the ball, Rurik took a moment to contemplate the fact that there were absolutely no festive decorations considered the number of costumed people in attendance. Oh well.

Despite all those people, it was not hard to find a familiar face. Bak sort've stood out.

A devious smirk spread across his face. She was gullible, and this would probably be mean... but damn she was just so gullible.

"Bak..." Rurik choked out after sneaking up behind her. He grabbed her shoulder, and looking at him would reveal... that he was covered in blodd with half a dozen knives sticking out of his body. "Help... I need... help..." He raised his other hand, a knife held in it. "One... fell out. Can you help put it back? Just to the right of my sixth vertebrae should do," he spoke with a manic grin, acting as twitchy as possible.

. . . OK that was probably enough.

"So, spooky ghost huh?" He asked, letting his act drop before he gave her a heart attack. "Actually I'd say it works for you." That was when he noticed something amusing. She had her arms linked with Yuuto. "Shit, don't tell me you have a date and I don't?"

It was supposed to be a joke. The suggestion was ridiculous. Not because Bak was what she was, no, but because Yuuto was what he was. OK maybe it was a bit of both.

It was supposed to be a joke, but... where was Christine? His phone had been annihilated and his family couldn't afford a new one yet. He was kinda glad he'd robbed the costume store, it would make saving up for a new one a little easier. Point being he hadn't heard from or seen Christine since that day and... maybe just maybe he was getting a bit anxious.

Well, he wasn't too worried, what were the chances she'd show up now?

Life decided to tell a joke of its own at that moment. "That's so indecent!" "You can practically see her rear!" "No, you literally can!"

". . . you gotta be shitting me." Rurik let out a low, stressed groan. Scanning through the crowd, he indeed spied her. Them. Despite their reversed roles, Rurik could pick out Christine easily enough. She had her own unique mannerisms that Rurik could recognize. Christine was distinctly Christine, and Katherine was distinctly awful.

Christine's dress was also distinctly Christine.

"Hey Bak, can I just... hide behind you for the rest of the night?" Rurik's entire form seemed to wilt. Nope, he couldn't do it yet. He'd just put it off. Kick that can right on down the road. The last time they'd seen each other, he'd been beating the shit out of her sister while she was bleeding to death.

In Rurik's defense, he hadn't known she was bleeding to death.

He didn't care, of course not. If that was that, then honestly it had lasted longer than he'd expected.

But it was party! Why deal with that shit at a party!? Why deal with Katherine at a party? Wasn't it supposed to be a happy occasion? Itdefinitelyhadnothingtodowithanyanxietyhemayormaynothavebeenfeelingaboutthematter.

@Scarifar



"Aww, this is nuffin," Vala said after she flipped back to her feet, though she nearly faceplanted instead on accident. At some point that flask had ended up back in her hands, "I gots three more in me!" It was true, but she wasn't quite so far gone that she couldn't tell the battle was over. So instead she began balancing the flask on the tip of her nose. Somehow she didn't immediately drop it. "But you... didn't even... know that- WAH!" She finally lost it, ended up bending over into a backwards arch to catch the flask before it hit the ground.

In the end she decided to just kneel on the ground before clapping her hands against her cheeks to make herself focus.

"For all you knew, that was all my power, and you still gave up. It's not power that you lack, it's experience. You need to push yourself even when you think it's hopeless. You have the blessing of a god, and a pretty strong one, but even the weakest god is still a god. If being strong is really what you want, then you need to push yourself to your limits to draw out more of that power," Vala told her. "The second you decide that where you're at is good enough you'll find that defeat is just around the corner. Maybe I am some sort of chosen one, but as far as I'm concerned that doesn't mean a thing. I'm only where I'm at because I've never settled for where I'm at. If I'm not being challenged then I'm doing something wrong."

Vala stood back up and her balance was no longer constantly fleeing her.

"Tell you what, since you were nice to me, if you want I'll push you. You'll be stronger in no time. Heck, by the end of the school year I bet I'd have you forcing me to at least level three!"

@Scarifar



Vala's method of dodging was... interesting. It was like her balance had been severely hampered by her drink, but also that her reaction speed had been increased to make up for it. It was less dipping and dodging and more frantic swaying. Each time she evaded an attack it seemed like she was about to topple over only for her foot to shoot out at the last second to catch herself.

Until she didn't. Reaction speed or not, Belinda's assault was just about overwhelming. Vala bent over backwards and then just fell to the ground during one of her dodges. However, even then her momentum never ceased. She rolled and with her increased strength simply launched herself back to her feet... but perhaps a little too fast. She stumbled backwards, her ankles getting tangles together.

She chose to unwrap herself by spinning around so that her back was too Belinda, leaving herself seemingly exposed. As Belinda's spear came in, Vala manifested her golden spear, stabbing it into the ground to use it like a barrier. It burst and disintegrated as it absorbed the blow, but it had done enough while it was there.

She had her balance back again.

Without even turning around, she launched herself backwards directly into Belinda, meaning to ram her elbow into Belinda's gut. If she landed the blow, her fist would snap up in a back-fist aimed at Belinda's nose. Finally, should that land too, she'd suddenly just drop and roll backward between Belinda's legs and aim a kick from both her feet right into Belinda's rear to launch her off her feet, leaving Vala herself lying on her back.
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