I'll post somethin' tonight, and then if @Lord of Evil wants to do a collab, that'd be coolio!
I don't exactly mind, although I'm not sure how it'll go. Gimme a sec to rustle up a response post and we can make something happen.
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8 yrs ago
So apparently, business shorts are a thing that exists. All I can say is... why?
9 yrs ago
Been busy lately, courtesy of the guy who thought that it was a good idea to have 3 assignments and a test due in the same week.
9 yrs ago
Cards against humanity is... more certainly something else
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9 yrs ago
*Person with Seeing Eye dog stops right next to me* *Goes to pet the dog* *Sees "Please don't pet the dog" sign* ;-; I cry every time
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Anyone remember the period a little after guildfall, when the site didn't have a lot of work put into it, the servers went down pretty often and people were moving out? We waited and waited until boom, Mahz made America the guild great again. That was about where I left off.
My mistake was trying to take on everything at once (and being cringy as hell but I mean come on). Well now I'm back, and better than ever.
And I'll be damned if I let anything get in the way of having a good time.
My mistake was trying to take on everything at once (and being cringy as hell but I mean come on). Well now I'm back, and better than ever.
And I'll be damned if I let anything get in the way of having a good time.
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I don't exactly mind, although I'm not sure how it'll go. Gimme a sec to rustle up a response post and we can make something happen.
Derrick looked around his cell for anything that could help. A broken plate and a wooden tray were all that he had, and he doubted he could put them to much use. But it was still better than nothing, right?
"Well, I have-" Derrick began, moving towards the rotting tray.
The approaching heavy footsteps made Derrick stiffen. Something was coming, but what? The headache was making it hard to think, so Derrick decided to act instead. He grabbed one of the broken plate shards and tested its point. Not very sharp, but it could do something if he hit hard enough with it.
With a brief worried glance at his colleagues and the hall, he retreated back into his cell and stuffed the shard under his shirt before he lay down and pretended to be unconscious.
"Well, I have-" Derrick began, moving towards the rotting tray.
The approaching heavy footsteps made Derrick stiffen. Something was coming, but what? The headache was making it hard to think, so Derrick decided to act instead. He grabbed one of the broken plate shards and tested its point. Not very sharp, but it could do something if he hit hard enough with it.
With a brief worried glance at his colleagues and the hall, he retreated back into his cell and stuffed the shard under his shirt before he lay down and pretended to be unconscious.
A dislocated shoulder would complicate things. Still, it seemed like his colleagues had it handled, although the scream did little to assure Derrick, nor was the following erratic breathing of his teammate any less worrying. Derrick began confirming his own condition; first, he poked his wounded leg to test if it hurt. He then lifted it and moved it around a little. It hurt a little but he was sure he could put weight on it to walk. The thing that weighed the most on him was in fact the headache, but he could only wait for it to get better.
"I'm ok." He said, calling out to his colleague. "I think the Wolfwing got me with its fingers, but I'm fine."
Fighting his pounding head, Derrick grabbed the wall and rose to his feet, wincing slightly as a light pain shot through his leg. As he gingerly put his weight on it, the pain faded into the background and he stood upright, albeit a little unsteadily.
"So..." Derrick said, surveying the prison block from his better vantage point.
He could see another cell close to the door and a light source further down the hall but couldn't see very much otherwise.
"What do we do now?" He asked the woman.
"I'm ok." He said, calling out to his colleague. "I think the Wolfwing got me with its fingers, but I'm fine."
Fighting his pounding head, Derrick grabbed the wall and rose to his feet, wincing slightly as a light pain shot through his leg. As he gingerly put his weight on it, the pain faded into the background and he stood upright, albeit a little unsteadily.
"So..." Derrick said, surveying the prison block from his better vantage point.
He could see another cell close to the door and a light source further down the hall but couldn't see very much otherwise.
"What do we do now?" He asked the woman.
@Lord of Evil
Nope, Derrick is a different cell. Little something like this:
[L][ ][ ][ ]...
[ ][D][ ][ ]...
Where L is the ladies and D is Derrick.
Alright, thanks.
We're in the same cell, right? Just confirming.
@Lord of Evil what do you suppose Izumi and Satoi's relationship is at this point? Remember that Izumi is still fairly new to the renegades and doesn't know much about anybody. I can imagine Satoi acting as a mentor, to an extent, but I'm not familiar enough with Satoi's personality to come to that conclusion.
I'll have something up before tomorrow is over!
Probably best to go with the safe route and have them as just colleagues for now, although she's probably heard of his exploits. Make of that what you will but I imagine that they've pretty much just heard about each other.
Derrick awoke slowly, although the what he saw when he opened his eyes made him hope he was asleep. The pain in his leg and head convinced him otherwise, however, and made him open his eyes. The dank cell was dimly lit enough without the headache worsening matters, but he could clearly see that they were in a prison of some sort. As his eyes adjusted he saw that a lot of the cells were in bad repair, and he quietly hoped that their cell was in a similar situation. No such luck, unfortunately.
Derrick shifted and a dull pain shot through his leg. He put his hand to it and felt the holes before bringing his hand up to his face. Flecks of dry blood lined his fingers meaning that the bleeding had stopped a little while ago. But as if a fog had been lifted, Derrick suddenly remembered his companions. People who took the same commission and agreed to working together wasn't exactly the most unbreakable bond, but he was worried about them regardless.
Derrick saw dim shapes in the dark counting 2 others in the cell with him, which matched the numbers. They stirred shortly, indicating that they were at least alive. Derrick looked at the two. Despite the dim lighting he was sure that they didn't come out of the experience unscathed. He spoke up, trying to get their attention.
"Uh..." He began nervously. "...Are we all alright?"
Derrick shifted and a dull pain shot through his leg. He put his hand to it and felt the holes before bringing his hand up to his face. Flecks of dry blood lined his fingers meaning that the bleeding had stopped a little while ago. But as if a fog had been lifted, Derrick suddenly remembered his companions. People who took the same commission and agreed to working together wasn't exactly the most unbreakable bond, but he was worried about them regardless.
Derrick saw dim shapes in the dark counting 2 others in the cell with him, which matched the numbers. They stirred shortly, indicating that they were at least alive. Derrick looked at the two. Despite the dim lighting he was sure that they didn't come out of the experience unscathed. He spoke up, trying to get their attention.
"Uh..." He began nervously. "...Are we all alright?"
So, no one's gonna check the sound booth that shit hit the fan in?
If you want me to then I can go do that.
I'm just sleeping over here so don't mind me.
Thomas and Finn had long left the white guild cafe. There wasn't that much to see, after all. They'd experienced what they needed to before they heard that the black guild had something interesting going on. And as it turns out, it was sort of interesting.
As it turns out, the black guild had made a mini festival inside the school festival, juxtaposed against the specialized approach of the white guild maid cafe to appeal to a wider audience.
"I suppose they had to make their own game to compete with the white guild." Thomas thought.
Although the average quality was low, the overall production value was likely around the same considering the sheer amount of stuff the black guild had managed to get into their area. It was alright, he supposed. But...
"Hey come on, Tommy, why're you still so serious?" Finn asked, hands full with a box of takoyaki.
"You're gonna be sick eating that much junk." Thomas said.
"Snacks go into a second stomach." Finn said, munching away. "And you're being kind of evasive today, buddy. Got something to tell good ol' Finn?"
Thomas looked around the venue, scanning the faces of those around. Most were having fun with this, or at least appeared to be, which contributed the party-like atmosphere of the black guild display.
"... Have you seen Maribel around?" Thomas asked offhandedly.
"Now that I think about it..." Finn began.
Finn also glanced around at his surroundings. His brow furrowed, however, when he set sights on a particular person.
"Isn't that her over there?" He said to Thomas, pointing to some figures on the stage.
Thomas turned to look and frowned. He spotted her behind the stage, dragging a hapless student around with her, before they disappeared from sight. Her behaviour from the past few days still worried him and this was the most suspicious thing she had done so far. And as president of the newspaper club, it was his job to investigate.
"Let's follow her." Thomas said, walking towards the backstage area.
"Thomas, I don't think we're allowed back there." Finn warned.
"You've never needed an excuse to be somewhere you're not supposed to be." Thomas retorted.
Finn shrugged and went after him.
Upon entering back stage, however, the blue king was nowhere to be found.
"Just where have they gone?" Thomas muttered.
@KoL I guess
As it turns out, the black guild had made a mini festival inside the school festival, juxtaposed against the specialized approach of the white guild maid cafe to appeal to a wider audience.
"I suppose they had to make their own game to compete with the white guild." Thomas thought.
Although the average quality was low, the overall production value was likely around the same considering the sheer amount of stuff the black guild had managed to get into their area. It was alright, he supposed. But...
"Hey come on, Tommy, why're you still so serious?" Finn asked, hands full with a box of takoyaki.
"You're gonna be sick eating that much junk." Thomas said.
"Snacks go into a second stomach." Finn said, munching away. "And you're being kind of evasive today, buddy. Got something to tell good ol' Finn?"
Thomas looked around the venue, scanning the faces of those around. Most were having fun with this, or at least appeared to be, which contributed the party-like atmosphere of the black guild display.
"... Have you seen Maribel around?" Thomas asked offhandedly.
"Now that I think about it..." Finn began.
Finn also glanced around at his surroundings. His brow furrowed, however, when he set sights on a particular person.
"Isn't that her over there?" He said to Thomas, pointing to some figures on the stage.
Thomas turned to look and frowned. He spotted her behind the stage, dragging a hapless student around with her, before they disappeared from sight. Her behaviour from the past few days still worried him and this was the most suspicious thing she had done so far. And as president of the newspaper club, it was his job to investigate.
"Let's follow her." Thomas said, walking towards the backstage area.
"Thomas, I don't think we're allowed back there." Finn warned.
"You've never needed an excuse to be somewhere you're not supposed to be." Thomas retorted.
Finn shrugged and went after him.
Upon entering back stage, however, the blue king was nowhere to be found.
"Just where have they gone?" Thomas muttered.
@KoL I guess
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