Plank Sinatra

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Just checking in here. I'm still around.

_{although I'm not sure my team is...-_-}

@Crimson Raven

Hey. Working on a CS.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

"I'm Lauren! Sangue's best friend on the whole planet, and--aaagh--fuck!" Lauren had slipped behind the rest of her team and braced one long leg on the wall, attempting to use it as a fulcrum to lift Joyous Guard. For some reason, though, the shield wasn't budging, even with her considerable strength and near-universally active Semblance. She couldn't even be sure she was budging it. What the fuck? This is bullshit!

It looks like a Sangue, but it's built like an Amy!

Either Ben had designed a shield that was too heavy and unwieldy for anyone to use, or he had used his precious alone time in the Armory to concoct some kind of fucking magical bullshit-ass Camelot weapon that only he could lift. That wasn't fair at all! She was his best friend, his other half, his fembro! How could he design a weapon she wasn't allowed exclusive backup rights to? And after all the Aura her boobs had donated Lawnslot on his behalf, too!

Well, two can play at this game, sneaky waitman devil.

Next time I molest you, I'm spraying my hands with stickum. See if you can lift me off...

Lauren strained to lift the shield up again, a low groan building between her clenched white teeth--

"Your stance is slipping," called an amused voice from down the hall. Lauren's hands slid right off Joyous Guard as she whirled. The woman advancing had to be in her mid-to-late forties, but dressed as though she were still a woman who had just passed the cusp of thirty. Her black t-shirt was tied in a knot, revealing a familiar toned midriff and a pierced navel, and her long legs had an instantly recognizable determined stride. Bright, laughing hazel eyes looked at Lauren and then to the shield with mock disappointment.

"You lift with your legs, not with your back, beloved. You're going to give yourself a herni--"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

shrieked the girl.

Lauren Negasi took off on a running start to embrace her mother in a flying glomp, legs configuring into a makeshift padlock around the woman's waist as her arms squeezed the life from the woman's neck, gibbering "momsmomsmomsmomsmomsmomsmomsmomsmomsmomsmomsmooooooooommmmmmmmmmssssss!" unintelligibly as the woman squeezed back. Her grip seemed only marginally less powerful than Lauren's - Lauren's back, stressed from trying to lift the shield, popped once under the pressure - and she twirled a giggling Lauren around once in the hallway before resting her chin on the girl's shoulder and looking at the rest of the students - and the grotesque guardian - assembled.

"Wallahi," she greeted apologetically, ruffling Lorena's hair as though the affectionate gesture would instill some manners in her feral young lady. "I go by Costa."

モバイルフレーム MOBILE FRAME - To the Stars!

I'll get my post up tomorrow famalam

UC: Rise of the forgotten

Ah, so our fair Artemis is a tease.

How haughtily, ignorantly salacious of her. A man with lesser poise or remaining integrity may have been dumbstruck by the sight of Rebekah's unzipped normal suit, but Dallas Grenier was of a more debased, lecherous stock, and merely gave the foreign Sides around him a proud look of appraisal before he let his head slump backwards and yawned lazily. His raven hair spilled back, now that it was freed of a helmet and any loose ties; the highlights of aqua underneath his bangs grew brighter, imbibing in the dim light of the catatonic colony.

Electric blue eyes rolled to the left to regard her again. Briefly, his peripheral vision strayed southwest, and his vision focused as though a film had been lifted from his face.

flash

Six senses were truly better than five.

"Dallas Grenier, Lieutenant, Newtype test pilot, a deplorable slut plucked from the depths of the Seine. Charmed to meet you, ma rossignol, but I beg to differ. I think we're in the most comfortable position out of anyone on this colony." The French pilot's smile became conspiratorial. "These Zeeks, these opportunistic Zabi bastards, weren't waiting for our fleet all the way out here, near a neutral Side, without a good reason, right? There's a Federation base somewhere that they wanted cleaned up - a base that would no doubt take us in, give or take a few days of uncomfortable vetting. There's a Federation embassy at Side 6, too. We could be there in a couple days, maybe sooner if we're picked up by locals. No doubt the vetting there would involve a hotel, a hot shower, and complementary breakfast, but who knows when we'd see the front lines again."

The Newtype's cutting smile made his way to Rebekah.

"I still have your GM's beam rifle. And the Balls. If they did try to stop us, I could clean them out before you could say Marianne and be on our way. We could make either trip with little risk."

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<Snipped quote by Plank Sinatra>

you disgrace me

@HereComesTheSnow

thanks dad

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okay @Crimmy

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

"Actually, Amy, I am offended too." Lauren put her hands on the hips of her new skinny jeans and glowered at Ben. "Here we are, out of bed and ready to give you company on Family Day, and all you're doing is trying is mansplaining like we don't know how to put on our own clothes in the morning? It's like you want to hide the two of us in the dorm. Like we're a couple of sticky centerfolds you need to hide under the bed before someone catches you with us. I wanted to look presentable today for you and Sangue! Long sleeves, long jeans, no navel showing! I was feeling classy! They're the most modest clothes I own - even if they are yours!"

She crossed her arms over the unbuttoned collar of Ben's henley, and her frown only grew more pronounced.

"But I guess all that hard work's still not good enough for Cardinal Ben, Desire. I guess it's back to the convent with us. We shouldn't keep the death march to menopause waiting. And after all this time I spent picking the locks on our chast--"

“L…auren…”

Lauren whirled at the soft, airy tone of voice. It wouldn't have been detectable to most ears, but Lauren had spent the past week tuning her senses to pick it up as clearly as others heard her. Her look of mock aggravation spread into a wide smile.

"Sangue!" She stuck one hand in her pocket and waved the other at her beloved snake-sister cheerfully. "Come on over, baby girl! Am and I were just telling Cap how excited we all are to have the day off together!"

You are able to see into the future. How does the avatar above you die?

Getting knocked over and spilled everywhere.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@PyroDash888 That swordboy is not for gender bending.

there is one though.............

UC: Rise of the forgotten

Dallas watched the tyke-bomb waltz back off to her beaten-up Gouf for a few seconds before he shrugged lazily, as if resigned to her decision, and plopped down on the foot of his GM with a lilting sigh. His eyes were closed, but he didn't need them to see the absolutely precious skyward-roll of the Lieutenant's eyes in front of him, or watch her cute little face scrunch up in disdain.

He smiled effortlessly and popped open a bottle of water he'd been keeping in his cockpit, tilting it back - along with his head - and taking a few short, quick gulps of fluid. He wasn't about to drain the bottle, especially in case there wasn't any within walking distance that he could find for later. Still, he had gotten thirsty, and a small drop or two of water ran down his bottom lip as he pulled the water away reluctantly.

Eyes still closed, the Newtype guinea pig ran a few white teeth along the left-hand surface of his bottom lip, scraping up the moisture with a contented sigh.

"Aah."

With the languid ease, grace, and utter entitlement of a spoiled kitten, Dallas patted a space on the Juggler's foot wide enough for even LTJG Fell's...AMBAC to fit comfortably.