Hmm, @Aldridge has been online but still hasn't gotten back to me.
@Tendo @Crimson Lion You guys still going good? o:
@Tendo @Crimson Lion You guys still going good? o:
Pacifista Member
Ponk-ifista
- Last Seen: 1 day ago
- Joined: 13 yrs ago
- Posts: 652 (0.14 / day)
- VMs: 3
-
Username history
- Pacifista 13 yrs ago
-
Latest 10 profile visitors:
-
Most recent →
RPM,
Ashifa ASMR YT,
Eddie Brock,
k4tsukibakug0,
Silverstein,
Ezekiel,
abcbcb,
Hillan,
Captain Uni,
Neziul
Status
User has no status, yet
Bio
Most Recent Posts
The sound surprise him every time: that gritty yet squelchy splat, followed by a strange wobbly sound.
Pen used to be starving, but he wasn't any more. Eyes glazed over as he walked over to an open seat, he set his tray down, still trying to gauge what color his food was and what color it used to be.
Of course, at this hour, the mess hall wasn't exactly packed. Anyone with any smarts had already gotten up early and snuck over to Undertown, or was on their way. Regretting his rare burst of responsible thinking, Pen muttered nonsense quietly, mentally grumbling, I can't eat this: you'd have to be drunk or dying. Actually I'd still probably turn my nose up then.
"I can tell ya feel the same lad, 'ahmean who actually enjoys this drool? Naw us men need real food, meats and strong drinks. Whadya say?"
Pen blinked for a moment, looking up at the large man who's stature didn't quite match his rank and file uniform. Actually Pen was 90% sure there was a 0% chance he saw this guy before, and he wasn't any good at math. Discarding that information, he glanced down at his food again, stomach turning. Gritting his teeth, he shoved it aside, agreeing, "Yeah, screw responsibility! I know a place, you see. Name's Pen, by the way."
Sure, Commander Ferghus could arrive at any time, but unless he had some awesome cooks, Pen wasn't exactly in the mood to be jumping on his vessel.
Standing, Pen adjusted his suit coat, grinning, "You aren't afraid of Undertown, are you?" Not like anyone has reason to be, all bark and no bite...
Pen used to be starving, but he wasn't any more. Eyes glazed over as he walked over to an open seat, he set his tray down, still trying to gauge what color his food was and what color it used to be.
Of course, at this hour, the mess hall wasn't exactly packed. Anyone with any smarts had already gotten up early and snuck over to Undertown, or was on their way. Regretting his rare burst of responsible thinking, Pen muttered nonsense quietly, mentally grumbling, I can't eat this: you'd have to be drunk or dying. Actually I'd still probably turn my nose up then.
"I can tell ya feel the same lad, 'ahmean who actually enjoys this drool? Naw us men need real food, meats and strong drinks. Whadya say?"
Pen blinked for a moment, looking up at the large man who's stature didn't quite match his rank and file uniform. Actually Pen was 90% sure there was a 0% chance he saw this guy before, and he wasn't any good at math. Discarding that information, he glanced down at his food again, stomach turning. Gritting his teeth, he shoved it aside, agreeing, "Yeah, screw responsibility! I know a place, you see. Name's Pen, by the way."
Sure, Commander Ferghus could arrive at any time, but unless he had some awesome cooks, Pen wasn't exactly in the mood to be jumping on his vessel.
Standing, Pen adjusted his suit coat, grinning, "You aren't afraid of Undertown, are you?" Not like anyone has reason to be, all bark and no bite...
"Hrrrg."
As reveille echoed throughout the dawnlit Base, a red haired man in slacks and an undershirt rolled over, discarding himself from his low bunk and flopping unceremoniously to the ground. As a laugh from one of his peers in the fairly small officer's quarters (know for it's slightly fluffier and bug free beds, while also being closer to the lounge) rang out, Pendleton Abernathy sputtered, "You shut up."
Sitting up, a hand rubbing the short hair of his pounding head, fighting itself in hangover, Pen made to dress himself, throwing on a slightly wrinkled blue suit coat to match his slacks and a white tie over a light gray dress shirt, along with a MARINE band on his arm. Scratching at his green eyes, he stumbled along as the officers moved out, Justice coats ruffling as they were slung over shoulders.
In minutes, they were neatly assembled at the head, as the enlisted Marines filed up by division in neat rows. Though next to the officers, already standing stalwart, they were indeed a cut above. (Though as if to challenge that observation, Pen's head lolled a bit as he tried to sneak in some extra Z's)
He snapped up once everyone had assembled, as a cry of "Attention!" rang out throughout the dusty courtyard. Stepping in front of the men of the South Blue Marine Headquarters, a broad man in a silver suit with a blue tie came to a halt facing the rest of the Marines. His head of long orange hair was topped by a Marine cap, while the white Justice coat fanned out behind him.
Rear Admiral Zhuque announced, "Men, at ease!" As Pen loosened his stance, the man began, "The seas around here have quieted too much, so today marks a change in tactics! Divisions are going to be reorganized, and we will be sending out another patrol boat. Assignments will be posted by nine hundred hours. It will also include reassignment for those boarding the ship of Commander Ferghus MacLaomainn of the 120th Blue Branch Base. He will also be bringing in a contingent of civilian workers, who have been contracted to refurbish select areas of the base." There was a murmur of interest, and a few hopefuls making guesses as to what was getting fixed up. This Headquarters was not in the best shape, to be honest. With a nod, Zhuque concluded, "Dismissed."
As the crowd broke up, many going to their daily tasks, or off for a meal at the mess, Pen was hunkering for some solid food as well. Shame he wasn't quite fond of the slop regularly served. Sadly, he prefer dining in the Undertown when he could make it: beyond the walls of the HQ were the Base Town, where families of stationed Marines lived, but further below those cliffs was the impressively slimier Undertown. It wasn't so much a den of criminals as it was a hangout, where folk talk about dealings in quiet or code rather than actively engage in anything unscrupulous. Shame for them, Pen had a good ear. But with that Ferghus set to arrive at any moment now, Pen would just have to settle for the standard grub for today...
As reveille echoed throughout the dawnlit Base, a red haired man in slacks and an undershirt rolled over, discarding himself from his low bunk and flopping unceremoniously to the ground. As a laugh from one of his peers in the fairly small officer's quarters (know for it's slightly fluffier and bug free beds, while also being closer to the lounge) rang out, Pendleton Abernathy sputtered, "You shut up."
Sitting up, a hand rubbing the short hair of his pounding head, fighting itself in hangover, Pen made to dress himself, throwing on a slightly wrinkled blue suit coat to match his slacks and a white tie over a light gray dress shirt, along with a MARINE band on his arm. Scratching at his green eyes, he stumbled along as the officers moved out, Justice coats ruffling as they were slung over shoulders.
In minutes, they were neatly assembled at the head, as the enlisted Marines filed up by division in neat rows. Though next to the officers, already standing stalwart, they were indeed a cut above. (Though as if to challenge that observation, Pen's head lolled a bit as he tried to sneak in some extra Z's)
He snapped up once everyone had assembled, as a cry of "Attention!" rang out throughout the dusty courtyard. Stepping in front of the men of the South Blue Marine Headquarters, a broad man in a silver suit with a blue tie came to a halt facing the rest of the Marines. His head of long orange hair was topped by a Marine cap, while the white Justice coat fanned out behind him.
Rear Admiral Zhuque announced, "Men, at ease!" As Pen loosened his stance, the man began, "The seas around here have quieted too much, so today marks a change in tactics! Divisions are going to be reorganized, and we will be sending out another patrol boat. Assignments will be posted by nine hundred hours. It will also include reassignment for those boarding the ship of Commander Ferghus MacLaomainn of the 120th Blue Branch Base. He will also be bringing in a contingent of civilian workers, who have been contracted to refurbish select areas of the base." There was a murmur of interest, and a few hopefuls making guesses as to what was getting fixed up. This Headquarters was not in the best shape, to be honest. With a nod, Zhuque concluded, "Dismissed."
As the crowd broke up, many going to their daily tasks, or off for a meal at the mess, Pen was hunkering for some solid food as well. Shame he wasn't quite fond of the slop regularly served. Sadly, he prefer dining in the Undertown when he could make it: beyond the walls of the HQ were the Base Town, where families of stationed Marines lived, but further below those cliffs was the impressively slimier Undertown. It wasn't so much a den of criminals as it was a hangout, where folk talk about dealings in quiet or code rather than actively engage in anything unscrupulous. Shame for them, Pen had a good ear. But with that Ferghus set to arrive at any moment now, Pen would just have to settle for the standard grub for today...
It was what he said before calling Vice. I figured that it would be easier for you to handle it from there however you wanted, be it an full conversation or not.
Sorry, @Otaku95, I've actually found myself in the process of starting two 1x1s, so I'm not really looking for any more games at the moment. Thank you for asking though!
Hillan has reported that he's had progress on his end, though I know you and Tendo have been busy. Collabs take time!
I've never been particularly OOC chatty, to be honest. >_>
I've never been particularly OOC chatty, to be honest. >_>
Decided to post some of what I had anyway. I'm not sure what Alex will think when Vice has to go act as backup, but...that's not for me to decide! :B
I'll post the second half of my post when Aldridge and Hillan get somewhere with that collab.
I'll post the second half of my post when Aldridge and Hillan get somewhere with that collab.
Central District
As Alex and Vice crossed words, the lady doctor on the other side of the room simply sat at her seat in awkward silence, until the two left. Breathing a sigh of relief, she wondered, "What was that all about?"
Glancing towards the nearby window, she realized, "Oh, that's right: the Supreme Chancellor has his speech soon...but sh-should I close up?"
---
Back District
"So it was this way?"
"No, I said left!"
"Thiiiiis left?"
"You're just messing with me!"
"Heeheehee," Claribel giggled.
The young boy at her heels, Claribel made her way through the narrow roads of the Back District, passing the occasional sweat-stink beggar or salty hooligan.
Taking a turn, the boy said, "We're almost there...but..."
Claribel waited for a moment, before asking, "What's that about butts?"
The boy admitted, "It's...quiet. It's normally busier around here."
Claribel said, "It's plenty busy, just not on the road. I hear voices coming from over there."
The boy gawked, "Huh, where? I don't hear anything." As Claribel moved towards a splintery door, slightly askew on its hinges, the boy said, "Hey, that's where I live!" As Claribel's hand moved towards the door, the boy watched anxiously.
---
Back District Warehouse
"Ah, shit, shit!"
Breathing heavily, Fukubei sat against a crate in a dim warehouse. His pistol had fallen to the ground amidst a steadily growing mess of blood, dripping from his forearm.
"S-sir!?" cried on of his men, ducking as bullets whizzed by from the soldiers on the catwalks above.
Fukubei growled, "How the hell did they know we were coming!? Or were they here for something else? If someone snitched I'm gonna poke them in the eyes."
"Th-that's it?"
Fukubei blinked, before suggesting, "Uh...punch them?" The man shook his head, before Fukubei cried, "Kill their family!"
"That's too much!"
"Whatever," Fukubei grumbled, much to his ally's displeasure. Reaching into his sash with his good hand, he pulled out a blue baby Den Den Mushi, dialing a number, praying, "Vice you better be nearby or I'm gonna..."
"Die."
As Alex and Vice crossed words, the lady doctor on the other side of the room simply sat at her seat in awkward silence, until the two left. Breathing a sigh of relief, she wondered, "What was that all about?"
Glancing towards the nearby window, she realized, "Oh, that's right: the Supreme Chancellor has his speech soon...but sh-should I close up?"
---
Back District
"So it was this way?"
"No, I said left!"
"Thiiiiis left?"
"You're just messing with me!"
"Heeheehee," Claribel giggled.
The young boy at her heels, Claribel made her way through the narrow roads of the Back District, passing the occasional sweat-stink beggar or salty hooligan.
Taking a turn, the boy said, "We're almost there...but..."
Claribel waited for a moment, before asking, "What's that about butts?"
The boy admitted, "It's...quiet. It's normally busier around here."
Claribel said, "It's plenty busy, just not on the road. I hear voices coming from over there."
The boy gawked, "Huh, where? I don't hear anything." As Claribel moved towards a splintery door, slightly askew on its hinges, the boy said, "Hey, that's where I live!" As Claribel's hand moved towards the door, the boy watched anxiously.
---
Back District Warehouse
"Ah, shit, shit!"
Breathing heavily, Fukubei sat against a crate in a dim warehouse. His pistol had fallen to the ground amidst a steadily growing mess of blood, dripping from his forearm.
"S-sir!?" cried on of his men, ducking as bullets whizzed by from the soldiers on the catwalks above.
Fukubei growled, "How the hell did they know we were coming!? Or were they here for something else? If someone snitched I'm gonna poke them in the eyes."
"Th-that's it?"
Fukubei blinked, before suggesting, "Uh...punch them?" The man shook his head, before Fukubei cried, "Kill their family!"
"That's too much!"
"Whatever," Fukubei grumbled, much to his ally's displeasure. Reaching into his sash with his good hand, he pulled out a blue baby Den Den Mushi, dialing a number, praying, "Vice you better be nearby or I'm gonna..."
"Die."
Oh, thanks for the interest!
As for your list though, to be honest, with a lot of those, I either have never read/watched them or didn't like them a lot. But...
I like Attack on Titan, but I have no idea what type of character I'd want to play, nor what plot it would have. I wouldn't be opposed to it if you had something neat in mind though!
As for Bleach, I remember liking the earlier parts when it took place on Earth/human world, but I never went very far into the Soul Society Arc, let alone the rest of the series. If I were to play it, I would rather it mostly take place on the human world, but I don't know a whole lot about the setting, to be honest.
As for your list though, to be honest, with a lot of those, I either have never read/watched them or didn't like them a lot. But...
I like Attack on Titan, but I have no idea what type of character I'd want to play, nor what plot it would have. I wouldn't be opposed to it if you had something neat in mind though!
As for Bleach, I remember liking the earlier parts when it took place on Earth/human world, but I never went very far into the Soul Society Arc, let alone the rest of the series. If I were to play it, I would rather it mostly take place on the human world, but I don't know a whole lot about the setting, to be honest.
© 2007-2026