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10 yrs ago
I keep coming back here very so often, as if it would make my wanting to return any better. I don't know why that would be. I would just disappear again and regret it again, I'm sure.
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10 yrs ago
i give up. why do I even bother if I can't be consistent? it's over for me.
10 yrs ago
I'm just... really in a bad time. I feel awful. I'm don't think I have the strength of will to show my face here again after letting everyone down.
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10 yrs ago
just gonna bash my head on a door or something
10 yrs ago
whatever
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Hmm. Looking over the story I've semi-constructed for Xander, I may just quietly retcon his age to something slightly older; around 22-24, maybe. He just seemed a little young for someone who was making a small living in low-key fighting competitions.

Just so you know.

Phantom - 15 / 9 / 2
Level: 2 (5/100 XP)
Health: 15/15 - Energy: 10/10


Phantom's vision narrowed from behind his mask as the new battle began, with two shadowy canines pacing out from behind the section of wall that lowered. The Head Summoners words troubled the cybernetic ninja somewhat; these foes were separated from their pack? Exactly what was the Head Summoner getting away with, here? Would it figure that such a clearly powerful entity would do well to abuse his power.

Ah well. As long as they were getting paid good money for this.

Turning and breaking into a fresh sprint, Phantom closed the distance between himself and the dogs. While the barbaric fighter did what he did best and the armored man attempted to goad the dogs to attack him, Phantom weaved among the ranged attacks and set his sights on Doberman B. Suspiciously mirroring Meat Mallet's own maneuver, the ninja leaped and dove for the canine, his blade poised to run his foe through.


Action: Attempt to impale Doberman B.
I was going to wait until @commodore robot and @dead cruiser got posts up, but I could start throwing together something else to keep my own character moving.
I may have some interest; although I've mostly kept up with the Pokemon themselves, I haven't played any of the games in forever, so I'm bound to be a tad rusty in some spots. Hopefully I can still be proficient enough.
Sure, let's see what's up with this.
And now I am le tired.

Well, have a nap...

THEN FIRE ZE MISSILES!
Izayoi City - Xander Johannes

TIME: 11:16 AM
DATE: August 18th
SEASON: Summer - Holidays in effect

The apartment was mostly just cozy in that there wasn't an abundance of space. That alone was fine, because Xander certainly hadn't an abundance of items to put in places. He wasn't even going to need the bookshelf, what with the Digital Age taking up all the information one might ever need, as long as you knew where to look. Strictly speaking, the only important things Xander brought along was the computer and a few changes of clothes; anything else, he could buy locally.

"I just don't get you, man. I mean, with a guy like you, I'd figure you wouldn't let yourself be so... simple." The phone was set to speaker, and the person on the other side was in no hesitation to dispense his opinions.

"What are you even worried about? What I have gets me by perfectly," Xander replied, a rare occurrence reserved for when he was starting to get annoyed with the topic of conversation.

"You deserve better, though. I'm talking about you, here."

"So am I."

"Really? So you think beating people up for money is gonna fulfill your life's wishes?"

"See, the thing is, you're right. You really don't get me."

With a punch of his finger, Xander ended the call. Yes, it was true that in recent times, he had taken to competing in fighting rings to earn himself a bit of side money outside of an actual job. It wasn't even questionably legal stuff, just comparable to a rookie boxing league. Yes, it had gambling behind it, but really, what sport didn't have that to any degree? Ultimately, though, the whole point of coming here was for Xander to get involved in something different. Surely, this city would have any number of opportunities for Xander to find.

Also, power drinks. If most every day was as hot as this, he was going to have to stock up on some of those. Maybe there was a big-name store around that sold them in bulk. With the time approaching noon, it probably wasn't the best time to go out, due to the crowds, but Xander didn't care enough about that. He doubted someone built like a muscle car was at any real risk of harm, even on a day like this.
Alright, how's this?
I'm looking into making a sheet for this, wait up for me!
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