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HylianRose said
9 = Matt4 = Leroy:|


I'm so sorry for not being as pro as Theobromine.

Today's been really awkward for me. blurgh. Maybe my luck would bring fortune in 25 years.
Nikola Lovelock slammed what appeared to be an upgrade chip on the bar counter, coughing with a mechanical voice as he cackled maniacally,

"Finally... after so long, I've finished something my Margar- er, what Margaret needed so much earlier! This is destiny! Mwahahahuehuehahahaha!"

The inventor got out of the counter, heading toward the mentioned orange-haired girl. He carried a tiny golden chip in his hands. While this would not fix her already fragile mind, it would at least give her system some hotfixes. He ignored pretty much everyone at the table, simply giving Maria a polite nod, before crouching behind Margaret's chair. He opened up a small container sticking a little out of the back of Margaret's neck.

After inserting the tiny card into one of the many slots, he took out a dull-looking card in place of the superior upgrade.

The girl stiffened for a brief second before closing her eyes.

...

...

...She then opened her eyes.

First, she saw nothing.

She blinked.

Outlines.

They were hazy, but she could see something. Some things, to be more exact. She blinked again, slowly comprehending data that was being transferred to her brain. Data. She felt data flow in her very body. Knowledge. Data was knowledge. So much knowledge... It took Nikola quite an excessive amount of time just to get that one card ready due to how hefty of an upgrade it was.

She could see... a little. She still could not detect people that easily due to hazy white lines appearing and vanishing constantly before her, but she could still see colors. Red and blue. And a number placed before her.

What was going on? What did this number say? She shivered. Question. She had a question. Question. How could she ask a question?
Nikola blinked.

"Is anything the matter, Margaret?" He asked, an emotionless tone added to his voice.

The orange-haired girl pointed at the number. She seemed to understand his words now, at least.

The teacher nodded. Apparently, she was the current king of this stupid game. His superior intellect concluded that she wanted to know what the number had to do with her.

He simply told her, "Basically, you get to make some people do stuff, I guess. I honestly don't know all of the rules, though."

Margaret nodded, staring at the paper with the number on it.

...

...

...

...

Nikola gave a menacing glare at everyone for absolutely no reason at all. He then translated something Margaret apparently transferred to his mind,

"She says... 9 should hug 4 for 'warmth.' I don't even... whatever."
Ebil Bunny said
Bael dies. We all know it's going to happen. Mattily win if it's the last thing that happens ever.


The war is beginning again. Now we must pick our sides once and for all.

...uh, again. Ye.
Driving Park said
And that's why we love you.-gets shot-


Driving Park said
we love you


Harem :O

-gets shot-
Theobromine said
HAH! I knew it!!!


Driving Park said
-pumps fist-Called it.


Lol, I'm so predictable sometimes. :P
I lied. Merry Christmas. Caryuu ftw.
HylianRose said
@AL, take your time. We're always here for you when you come back and you don't have to squeeze in a post unless you want to. @All, the new king is Kathy. Gogogogo. (I figured it was a pretty good way to say sorry for embarrassing the poor girl. Have people stare at her while she tries to come up with a command. Lulz.)


Krash is love.

Krash is life.
Margaret


When Margaret woke up, she saw three colors.

Black.

Red.

Blue.

Blue.


Blue was a strange, new color. It lacked some of the vibrance Red had, but Blue somehow contained a sense of peacefulness. It irked her at first- seeing her creator wear a magnificently blue cape- but she decided to make nothing fearful out of it.

A new color to her world always felt nice.

Eventually, Margaret had been sent by Lovelock to the lounge for... a meeting. She honestly had no idea as to what she would be doing, but sitting down nearby several colors seemed to relieve her. Blue. She realized that Blue was not as common as Red right at the moment. The most notable Blues were a weirdly-shaped man-armor-thing who strolled into the bar in an awkward fashion, and a blue color that seemed too fast for her eyes at random moments.

Blue. While it was not as prominent as Red at the moment, it made her feel calmer. She felt relieved to know that there were colors other than Blue. Relief. Relief. She needed to remember Relief before she forgot about it again. Relief, relief, relief...

One Red color, however, had her attention. She stared at it, which seemed to glow even redder when another Red color glowed brightly. She had no idea that those people were Crash and Katherine, whom she had not met before.

It felt nice. Seeing vibrant colors glowing softly, that was.

Margaret sat unnoticed, simply holding the paper that fell on her lap before letting someone (Nikola) take it away from her. It felt peaceful, even if she could not express herself.

Meanwhile, Nikola began to prepare a new upgrade chip for her... behind the bartender counter. For some reason, he loved standing by the counter doing absolutely nothing.
Ryuu Yamauchi


Ryuu felt relieved that he did not need to admit that someone was dateable.

Because that meant he would take out a Blu-Ray disc box with a certain anime girl on it.

The otaku sighed, simply giving his paper away before looking up at the ceiling. As he had suspected, Maria Cross had summoned all of them for... something that really did not require "mandatory guidelines." Wondering why he decided to stay here instead of watching some bloody ol' Tokyo Ghoul, the sunglasses-wearing student emitted a partially darker aura if it was even possible.

Man, I think I'm getting used to women now, Ryuu thought to himself as he stared at the fairly empty ceiling. Well- seeing how I'm starting to get pissed at them, that is.

Maria- prime example as to why his view on three-dimensional women remained conflicted. On one hand, he met some nice girls. On the other hand, he remembered meeting girls who seemed to be fond of trying to break all of his limbs. He wondered why he never broke their limbs, but still, he concluded that what he did was the right thing.

Running away like a chicken was always good, right?

Ryuu looked down, savoring Kathy's reaction to the order she had been given. He had to admit, that entire face she made was

MOEEEEEEE~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <3


to a certain extent. Shy reactions always got to him so easily. The otaku did not like tsundere-esque reactions, however. It was just his preference.

The otaku blankly received his paper, not bothering to look down on the paper. His mind was set fixed on Touka Kirishima and how cool she looked.
Ryuu and Margaret are doing da King's Game.
-Ryuu Yamauchi-


Ryuu wondered why he was walking to the lounge.

Then he realized that the cunning feline of a woman had told everyone to meet up at some mandatory meeting. She probably had something up her sleeves, and he could instantly tell just by reading his manga. There was always something up with these sorts of "meetings," and those 17-year-old-looking teachers in the mangas he read tended to reveal something crazy.

The otaku sighed, mumbling to himself,

"Jeebus Crust, I feel like going Aizen and analyze this entire situation before going into that lounge..."

Truth be told, he felt nervous. Maria Cross always made him feel nervous, not because she was (admittedly) hot, but because she always did something weird to him. Every. Single. Time. And now he felt nervous about meeting more students. He was still unaware of the fact that he looked crazy-evil whenever he got excited under most circumstances, but he fully knew that there would be some women to tone down his hyperactivity in case it got out of control.

Or maybe the women would make him go hyperactive.

Ryuu, he reminded himself. remember, there's always Darwin you can rely on. Just eat his Skittles and- wait, THAT'LL MAKE ME EVEN MORE HYPERACTIVE!!! This is a chance to train my self-control. I must learn how to reap and sow melon farms without being enamored by their Earth-shaped beauties!

And maybe I can get along with some of those other dudes. As long as they don't act like pretty boys, I think I won't break a leg...again.

The otaku raised an eyebrow when some random student closed the bar's door on him. He simply kicked it open, a lollipop stick protruding out of his clenched teeth, as he walked in with his hands inside his red jacket's pockets.

He was being such a gentleman so far. The otaku even used his leg to simply drag out a chair before sitting on it, his hands still in his pockets. The sunglasses-wearing student avoided Maria's gaze, simply staring at the ceiling.

Good God, I hope I don't miss that new episode of Fairy Tail, he thought, thinking about a new show he had begun to watch as of recent times.

He was doing so good like any gentleman would. And like any gentleman, a dark aura of an evil(?) gangster emitted from him. The chair he sat on made him feel quite comfortable, for some odd reason.
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