Plank Sinatra

Persona - Academic Akrasia (Being rebooted, see new int check)

His beautiful face.

The pavement had marred it. She would be kicking it in short order. But first, she was going to reach that truck - an objective that the strange angel with the guitar case had reinforced with her distraction. It wouldn't be much longer now. She just had to keep on whittling down these pizza bots with all the heart and Coca-Cola under the sun.

psssssssshPOP

psssssssshPOP

psssssssshPOP

Four of the sodas she and Daisuke had collected flew towards the last phalanx of delivery drones; the truck was within her reach, and she knew that to stop now - to take injury - would be to fail Daisuke.

"Olé."

psssssssshPOP

Soda sprayed before her eyes.

"Olé Olé Olé."

Carbonation would buoy her to victory.

She was soda-mn pumped.

Take a Letter, Leave a Letter

Lineart

Persona - Academic Akrasia (Being rebooted, see new int check)

Should have a Kimiko post up tonight. Just got home so I can actually devote myself to one.

Take a Letter, Leave a Letter

Clears

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

>ASL will never give me the cold

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

look at poor clark's agony at having to walk around with such a deformed body

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

I don't even think the problem is that the missions have gone long, because it sounds like everybody has been working at it. The bigger issue to me is that it seems like 80% of the teams decided to do things collab-style, which really doesn't let anyone else know how things are progressing and makes the IC and OOC dead as fuck apart from the team or two that are doing things post-by-post.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

uh, what was that

Project Olympia 2.0

Eastwood Evans - The Light of Reason

"What the shit's a danger room...?" the runnin' back asked under his breath, sandy brows furrowed in wariness. He had taken a vitamin a week back and all of a sudden he could move like a bat outta hell and his eyes didn't have to adjust to the brightness on his phone no more. And that was a vitamin to this kraut screwball. Lord on high only knew how crazy somethin' had to be if he was forthright enough to call it a goddamn danger room. "Sounds like it's gonna keep me from feelin' good enough to deadlift tomorrow."

How was he supposed to go struttin' around like Hyperion in the flesh if he took a cheat day? Ain't no goddamn sense in that.

...

Buuuuuuuuuut...

He had already spoken alooooud...

Loud enough for Acheri and Soleil to say he was backin' down from this here test of a man's mettle...

"A'iiiiiiiight then. Let it not be said that Eastwood Trainwreck Evans ain't one to step up and test the minefield for good ol' team morale. I'll square up too."

Project Olympia 2.0

Eastwood Evans - Lightly Irked

Eastwood's head turned at the mention of his roommate's nombre. He caught a glance of Acheri behind him and sent his eyes a-rollin', slingin' one arm around her shoulder and tuggin' the girl into his orbit to hang with Soleil, currently still crouched atop his shoulder. It was hard to find the boxer through the haze of short, smug girls, but East did a'ight for himself and locked his eyes on Masamune Go with a friendly mock glare.

"You Jap sumbitch," he growled, husky voice rumbling in his throat and chest, "thought we were gonna sprint together 'fore sundown."

As effectively as he could, he moved his Soleil arm - the right one- to clasp Go's hand in a friendly shake.

"And as for you," he continued, now fixing his glare on Acheri. The half-Native American girl was purdy much usin' him as a great big wall to avoid any comeuppance for her mischief yet again. And Eastwood was gonna have to allow it yet again. "One o'these days it ain't gonna go so well when you try and scamper off to me for help. I might not wanna. Ya little devil."