Krayzikk

Persona - Academic Akrasia

Saturdays at McDonalds was the best day of the week. No school before his shift, so Daisuke could put all of his energy to work. Lots of customers, which meant a busy shift, and the most employees calling out sick of any day which meant the most chances to pick up overtime. At least, as much as he legally could. Working at sixteen made things harder. But even on Saturdays, it could get better if you had the opening shift. Start early in the morning, get your six or seven hour shift done, be out by midmorning. If you didn’t pick up that overtime.

Today Daisuke had no intention of picking it up.

Slinging burgers and fries for all the regulars was pretty fun, but today he should have been one of the people calling out sick. Getting roughed up by a bunch of pizza bots may not have been a believable excuse, but a series of stab wounds and general bruises and lacerations certainly was. He felt like he was held together with Band-Aids and Tylenol. Which wasn’t entirely wrong, but it didn’t change the fact that he really needed to work. Daisuke had gone out of his way to ask for more hours, he couldn’t be seen failing to take ‘em.

That was the really fucking weird thing, though. Yesterday, on the way home from school, he got into a fight with possess pizza delivery robots. It was completely true, but that didn’t make the concept sound any less weirder. It was like there was a spot where something weird was believable in theory, fighting vampires or something, and then one where something was so goddamn weird that it stopped being believable even though it actually happened. He fought sixty plus robots alongside his best friend and a guitar girl (apparently named Hitomi) using a manifested personification of himself and a signpost.

He was kinda numb to it, honestly.

It happened. He kinda felt like shit because of it, and he wasn’t really sure what he was supposed to do now, but it happened. It happening didn’t mean he was off from work. And honestly the normalcy helped ground Daisuke’s head. There was something therapeutic about the utterly normal routine of taking orders and prepping food.

Besides, Kimiko-chan was here. He noted the girls arrival right off the bat, even though he wasn’t manning the counter to take her order. A quick glance at the clock told him his shift was almost up, so he watched Hitomi arrive in focused silence and focused on wrapping up his work. Meeting all the pending orders, cleaning up his workstation, and tapping his manager to let her know he was clocking out. Within a few minutes, as the hour rolled over, he had clocked out and changed back into his street clothes.

He sank into a seat next to Kimiko and Hitomi without a word, rolling his shoulders and popping his scheduled dose of Tylenol with a gulp from his water bottle. Once he was done he finally gave both girls a small wave.

“Morning, girls.”

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Got that post done, at long last.

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

“Perhaps she’s a half demon.”

The banter floating around the room wasn’t unusual, but the undercurrent was. For a collection of humans without too much in the way of supernatural firepower they’d been doing rather well up to now. Relatively few close calls, no fatalities, and measurable success. They hadn’t encountered anything last night. They were spooked, and it showed in different ways for all of them. Spooked by so many vampires cooperating, for one, but mostly by the new player on the board. A girl, though not necessarily a human one, with enough of a punch to upend Washington’s food chain. And a sadistic streak to boot.

Victoria was feeling something similar to the rest but showed it differently. A deep chill had settled in her bones, a frigidity from the moment that girl had stepped out of the shadows. A chill in her blood at watching fangs punched out of the night’s usual predator, at the bloodlust etched so clearly on her face.

It wasn’t entirely alien. Everyone felt it, a little. It was the tingle running down your spine at a good challenge, the way your pulse quickened in a fight, the euphoria of seeing the underdog win. The feeling was written into humanity’s soul, a feeling the civilized world sought through other means. Victoria had felt it herself, and she would’ve laid down money that everyone else in the group had too. It was especially potent for them; their fights, by their very nature, weren’t equal. A vampire was their would-be-predator, something stronger than them and faster than them. Every encounter was an underdog story, a triumph of ingenuity over raw power. Adrenaline pumped, pulses raced, and that victory was a primal delight. A defiance of the fate narrowly evaded.

But that wasn’t what she had seen. The girl outclassed her prey and they both knew it. The fight could have been over before it started, as it had been with most of its fellows. It wasn’t. The girl, this ‘Slayer’, drew it out. Gave a glimmer of hope. Once it had been crushed beyond repair she beat the vampire to a pulp and left him alive but beaten, all to send a message. Not just of words, but of symbol. That she had smashed her fist into its face again, and again, and again, until it had been literally defanged as well. Vampires were evil. That wasn’t an opinion, it was an objective fact that Victoria had learned very early on. Whoever they were in life wasn’t there anymore. Their souls had been lost, and whatever was left was an evil with the face of a friend. They didn’t feel remorse, they didn’t feel guilt, they couldn’t even conceptualize what they were doing as evil. Not even sympathy for the devil could make her feel even an iota of regret that the vampire had been harmed.

No, the bile rising in the back of her throat had to do with this Slayer. A creature that could supplant Washington’s apex predator and enjoy it. That was aware of her strength and by all appearances reveled in it. She was an unknown; not just in what she was, but her intentions. It could be that she was an ally. Certainly she had been last night, when they stepped into a trap that may well have killed them. But what if she wasn’t? What if it occurred to her that humans were a rung on the food chain below even the vampires she terrorized?

Go home.

The words had deepened the chill, and it hadn’t gone away even while she slept. Her showers, already cool by preference, had paled in comparison to that cold. It was deeply unsettling in a way that she couldn’t quite put into words, stirring up feelings that humanity, believing itself the top of the food chain, had long forgotten. When she looked in the mirror she thought she could almost see the cold blue reflected back in her eyes.

These were the feelings she refused to show. She had paced the back of the meeting room with measured, feline steps while they gathered but as she began to voice her thoughts for the first time she fell still. Victoria rested her back against the rear wall of the room, surveying her friends and allies with a quietly contemplative gaze.

“It would explain how she could strongarm a vampire. And the human appearance. Whatever she is...” The teen paused a moment, taking a long sip from an iced coffee before setting the cup aside. “She isn’t like you. Or I.”

“Has anyone considered asking our friend the librarian? He often knows some things he shouldn’t. We need to talk about the fact that they’ve gotten smarter, too. Last night was definitely a trap.”

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Right now my plan is a post after @Krayzikk. Not sure on @Plank Sinatra, so they can catch up later.

@Ruby

Sorry about the delay, we had a ton of people call out at work yesterday so I stayed late. Post will be done today.

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

I've got a post in progress, but have to sleep pretty soon. Work tomorrow. I don't have to work Saturday, though, so I'll have plenty of time after work tomorrow to get it finished and posted.

The Federation Crew * A Gundam RP*

Lieutenant Kat

"Quiet's not really my speed, Casablancas," The Lieutenant commented with a tone that lent itself easily to the grin she wore, radiating the barely subdued glee in her voice. Still, it was subdued; as much fun as she had with her subordinate, now wasn't really the time. Her naturally husky voice dropped half an octave, giving her acknowledgement a low note of reverberation deep in her chest. "But since you asked so nice, I'll see what I can do."

The Spanish Ensign's G-Fighter was designed to dock with a mobile suit, the Gundam originally. It worked with GMs too, though not done as often, but it wasn't something they'd ever had time to practice. And she wasn't sure if her Spartan'd fit right. Docking with the Triple C'd be a plus but not when they weren't sure if it'd work. That was time wasted, and vulnerabilities created if some more friends showed up. But this wasn't Earth, which meant aerodynamics didn't mean shit. The Spartan maneuvered over to the Triple C on vernier power and found handholds on its frame. In atmosphere the Spartan 'laying' atop it wouldn't have worked in a million years, even if it stayed aloft the slightest maneuver would send Kat tumbling down.

Can't really tumble down in space. There isn't a down.

She took care to keep her hands and feet inside the ride and out of the way of Cairo's cannons. She didn't plan to hold on if a firefight got started, but she wanted her Ensign to have a chance at the first strike. Kat triggered her IR sensors again and amped up the Minovsky scattering pods, making sure she'd get a good look and the ship wouldn't be able to target something so small.

"We're good, Flamenco. I'll probably see 'em on IR before we get a visual, if they're not total dumbasses. I'll point you the right way."

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Sorry for the sudden silence, started working yesterday and it has been sapping a lot of my energy.

These might get tweaked a little later, and are of course made with all of the information I have regarding Victoria so not everything will necessarily be clear, but they're mostly done. Drop me a PM if there's anything anyone wants/needs to discuss.

Relations

Adam: Formal. Not in the sense of unnecessary trappings to the conversation, but in the sense that every interaction is one with a purpose. They all, as well, more or less follow the same loose flow. Pleasantries. Whatever it is that she needs. Adam’s price. A few more pleasantries. Done. That isn’t to say that they are unfriendly with one another, but their relationship is largely professional. This is due in part to Victoria’s caution; Adam has his secrets, and he is welcome to them, but they prevent her from being truly open.

Nevertheless, there is a degree of trust. Not the trust from close friend to close friend, but more that of a professional to a professional. Victoria has faith that Adam will be able to acquire, and acquire discreetly, what she needs for a fair price. The service is invaluable, and enough to keep her favor in and of itself.

Blaine: Friendly, though Blaine’s demeanor can sometimes try her patience. His more cerebral approach to matters of vampire slaying tend to skew closer to her own perspective than that of the others, something that has helped her get along with him. Both are most inclined to hit the books when a new threat arises rather than leap into the fray, and as a result they have worked together to locate information in the past. His magic is also something of a curiosity for her, though not one she dwells on for very long.

Their friendly speaking terms do not exempt him from her secretive nature, however. The redirection from her secrets is likely to be less brusque than it might be with others but it will still happen. Even their shared awareness of the supernatural came from an error on his part rather than any initial admission on hers. That said, Victoria does count him as a friend and one of her closer ones in Washington at that.

Casey: Another friendly relationship, though much more complicated. Not in their interactions; Victoria is as friendly to Casey as she is to Blaine, and due to how much time he spent at the coffee shop rather than his home she actually met him first. They were already acquainted as barista and regular customer before their mutual interest in monster slaying was known. She still sees him regularly at Halifax Coffee, in addition to the group’s… Extracurriculars. Definitely the person she is most familiar with in Washington, even if not the person she is closest to.

Through her passing familiarity with the general nature of his home life, she empathizes with Casey regarding the death of his father. Not something she ever comments on, nor intends to, but it strikes a note of understanding. His passionate crusade against the supernatural, on the other hand, seems to make her marginally uncomfortable though she keeps it to herself.

Dana: A good friend of Victoria’s, even if it seems a little odd from the outside. The two regularly partake in extended mutual silences, something they find quite comfortable rather than awkward. Where one goes the other is seldom far, though their friendship is frequently marked by amiable bickering regarding fashion among other subjects. She is the only member of the group privy to Victoria’s history, a confidence she trusts the Japanese girl to keep. Even if they don’t always see eye to eye the two get along very well.

Danny: Danny… Perplexes Victoria. Something about her clearly does not agree with him on a very personal level, but she cannot fathom what it is. It used to stymie her understanding but it has eventually become something she simply accepts. In her own way she means it as a gesture of respect. Something about her bothers him, so naturally it is something he would not appreciate her prying into. So she doesn’t.

That said, she treats him with the same civility and friendliness as anyone else. He hasn’t done anything to earn her irritation or enmity, so she’ll simply treat him with an arm’s-length respect despite his own opinions.

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Since there are of course a few people here that weren't in the PM convo Sergei set up to talk about things, anyone that wants to talk about relations regarding Vic please feel free to shoot me a PM.

Relations for her should be done tomorrow!

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Lemme know if anyone needs help. >>

@Ruby

I at least am doing fine, going to try and have a relations writeup finished by the end of tomorrow night.

Persona - Academic Akrasia

Daisuke Miyamoto

Name: Daisuke Miyamoto
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Arcana: Strength
Equipment: On an average day Daisuke has his school and work uniforms with him, his school supplies, and his road bike. A bike isn’t an odd sight at Uchima Senior High, but Daisuke’s is always immaculate and well-cared for. His phone isn’t anything to write home about, a mainline smartphone a few generations out of date and in good condition despite its scuffed appearance. A friend of his once gave him a pair of old knuckle dusters as a joke, but the semi-reformed delinquent is surprisingly fond of them. He isn’t technically supposed to have them at school, but he tends to have them with him anyway.
Skills: The eldest Miyamoto child is a lot more athletic than you’d think, though if you were to think about it again it’d make sense. He can run pretty quickly, quicker than most people who don’t take it up as a hobby, but most importantly he can run for a while. As for strength, Daisuke packs a mean punch. He might not need more than the one, but if he does it won’t be much of a problem. Holding his own in a fight is something he learned, not something anyone taught him. His form’s a little rough, his technique needs polish, but he wins. And in a real fight, that’s all that really matters. He hasn’t lost much, and while you could chalk that up to a lot of things, the biggest is that he doesn’t quit. Ever. Knock him around all you want, and he’ll just get up when you’re tired, kick your ass, and make it to work on time.

Speaking of, despite his reputation, Daisuke is a hard and loyal worker. He’s been the best employee the McDonalds in his neighborhood has since he was old enough to work, and a whole lot of his exercise comes from his almost supernatural speed at commuting from home, to school, to work, and back home each and every day. He’s quick, he’s efficient, and he’s dedicated. A philosophy he tries to hold to in all aspects of life.
Appearance: Daisuke could probably be a handsome fellow, if he tried. It’s not so much that he doesn’t, either, but the vast majority of people take a look and see the face of a demon. It’s the irreverent, devil-may-care smirk that does it, underneath the bright green eyes that glare out a challenge at the whole world. His brown hair’s usually a little too long, and a little messy, but that tends to come across as stylistic rather than negligent. He’s surprisingly muscular for a guy his age, too, something augmented by his taller stature. Not that the school uniform tends to show it. The uniform he wears with great irritation and reluctance, the jacket never fastened for long, and never on him for long. It’s usually draped over his shoulder, since as much as he hates it he can’t really afford to lose it.

His uniforms, work or school, are always well maintained but his casual clothes usually seem a little worn. Not to the point of being torn or ratty, but colors are faded, sleeves and hems seem a worn out, and nothing is as vibrant as it may once have been. His sneakers are scuffed and weathered, but given the same care as most of his possessions. It’s clear they’ve lasted a while. If he isn’t forced to wear his uniforms, he tends to pick out a pair of jeans and a shirt to go underneath a well-loved black jacket. It’s not too uncommon for his shirts to have simple graphics, but they may just as likely be a plain color. The jacket almost always has a pair of sunglasses tucked into a chest pocket.

Daisuke’s neat appearance for work is seldom seen; he intentionally works at the McDonalds closest to his home, and furthest from the school, despite the commute so that his classmates will not happen to walk in while he’s on the clock.
Personality: Delinquent is what all the teachers at his old school would’ve said, and some of the ones at Uchima Senior High. He doesn’t talk a whole lot in class, doesn’t seem that interested, and moves with a sort of barely contained energy. Like he’s always ready for a fight, or looking for one. He’s been known to silence irritations with a glare, and move on like nothing happened. Only the teachers that have him for class and pay close attention, or the select few that get close enough to really call him a friend, know any different.

Daisuke is undyingly loyal, if you’ve managed to earn it, and will never back down. From anything. Not a challenge, not a fight, not a problem. He doesn’t really know how to run away, or if he does he abandoned the idea a long time ago. Helping someone out isn’t a question, it’s just what he needs to do. Above all, he despises a bully. And as hard as it is to say, he tries. His grades are better than they’ve been in a long time, and it takes a lot of effort for him to keep them up and keep up his job.

There’s a certain friendliness to him, if you really try and talk to him, and a soft side that only ever really comes out for his family. Or friends close enough that they might as well be family.
Biography: If the Miyamotos were ever wealthy, it was a long time ago. That’s not to say they don’t get by; Daisuke’s parents work hard, and they make enough money to support their family. Their frugal spending ensures they always have a little to fall back on, but even the most efficient expenditures can’t make more money out of thin air. Daisuke and his little sister, born three years after him, grew up in Shikatsu’s lower income districts. Neither their neighborhood nor their school were the nicest of places, and if you didn’t keep your wits you were liable to lose your money. The first time someone tried to rob a young Daisuke of his money, he capitulated out of fear for the consequences. And the second time. And the third time. Then he started to decide he’d had enough. His sister went to the same school, and he realized it wasn’t the example he wanted to set. Timidity, he decided, had never gotten a Miyamoto anywhere. The fourth time he refused, and earned himself a bruise or two and a trip to the headmaster’s office with his would-be robber. The fifth time he hit back. And after the fifth, despite some disciplinary action, his lunch money was never unsafe again.

That time as a little kid pretty much set the tone for the rest of Daisuke’s life. Bold, stubborn, and the antithesis of timid. He had a little sister looking up to him, and that made the almost larger than life refusal to leave bullies be worth it. Not that it was all sunshine and roses. Those visits to the headmaster weren’t the last, and as he got older playground scuffles turned into schoolyard brawls.

Which he just couldn’t keep up. He had a job to hang onto, almost the instant he was in high school. The fast food industry wasn’t much, but it paid. Education was paramount to the young Miyamotos’ parents, too, and they started pressuring him to perform better in school. So he forced himself to mellow out a little. Employ a little more diplomacy before he jumped straight to “punch the problem in the face”. His parents’ frugal habits had paid off, too, enough for him (and his sister, when she was old enough) to get into Uchima Senior High instead of the closer, less prestigious school he had been attending. Keeping on top of it all tends to take a lot of his time, but hey.

He had an example to set.

Persona

Name: Benkei, formerly Oniwaka
Appearance:

Benkei

Traits:
-Reflects: -
-Absorbs: Fire
-Void: -
-Resist: Pierce
-Weak: Electricity

Abilities:
-Evil Touch
-Cleave
-Bash
-Single Shot