Plank Sinatra

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Considering a ghost girl monster of the week, or a Carrie type, considering the inspiration of Danny.

Anyone interested in having their characters get into such a sub-plot?

@Ruby

>we have a japanese girl
>and we have the grudge

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

(Or friendly to people whose friends all dropped a year ago and now want to make a return)

(hello friendos)

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

"Probably with good reason," Dana conceded with a shrug. Like a kitten, she batted at the punching bag that Victoria had cold clocked and felt the creaking of weak chains, an inch from snapping loose; old moorings in an old gym creaked unsteadily. The Japanese girl's eyebrows raised up, matching a grin that looked faintly aroused at the prospect of being on the other end of one of those punches. "But you are a grouch. Very grumpy. You don't trust many things."

Dana stood on the other end of Victoria's new punching bag, assuming the same taunting position she had before. At this point, she was wiling down the minutes until lunch more than anything; she already had heard or pieced together many of her best friend's reasons for disliking this Slayer. Some of them even made a lot of sense to Dana. But the damage was already done, in her opinion - she was in their town, knew their faces and who they were, and she clearly wasn't going away as long as there were vampires around or this librarian to gas her up on her own heaven-sent modus operandi.

They'd have to learn to live with her, at the very least, if not work together as it seemed Casey and the librarian wanted them to do. Dana was fine with another girl on the roster, even if she knew why Victoria wasn't. There were billions of girls in the world. Any of them that weren't vampires were a-okay with Dana - as long as they were tough.

Honestly, it was like no one else understood that she wouldn't even be able to get off on the fight unless the Slayer was tough...

"Gotta see if someone's a weirdo first," Dana continued with a shrug, climbing up atop the punching bag and straddling its sides, so that her weight slowed down the swings that Victoria's blows threw it into. She'd need to put more effort into her punches if she wanted to budge a fourth-generation warrior like Dana. "Before deciding if they're evil. Or psycho. Fighting weirdos is the best way to determine their...their...weirdness."

Her stomach growled, cementing her course of action in her head.

"She's eating lunch with me. So we can see for ourselves. Don't worry. You worry waaaaaaay too much. I'll do all the talking."

Dana beamed.

"Charm offensive? That's the word? Yes?"

Persona - Academic Akrasia

Fuck.

@Crimmy @Write @Krayzikk @Kafka Komedy

Persona - Academic Akrasia

"Sasori-san!"

She liked the straight-talking old peeper. He'd been considerate enough to at least grab them some food yesterday before they'd put their heads together to crack the devilish mystery at the heart of the case of the possessed pizza Phenexes. Maybe the others weren't as comfortable here - after all, the place was no palace and not everyone could really flap gums with Sasori for very long without getting confused. But Kimiko, the princess of two queen bee PIs herself, enjoyed his company.

"We're hitting on all eight on this end. I brought the gang." Kimiko gestured expansively to the crews of the two bicycles, hopping down off Daisuke's shoulders and plopping her helmet down on Daisuke's head. He'd need protection for the rest of the trip. "You know the nance and my little tomato. The new kid is Kazou. He's got a different konk than the rest of us, even the moll. Might be a little bit of a gunsel, honestly...no idea if he'd throw lead or take the powder when the time comes. But I'd like to think he's a wise head. Now, where's my doggo."

Kimiko walked around the Toyota once, looking for any sign of her DRU inside the van, before drifting towards the front of Sasori's office. Her eyes widened in satisfaction when they struck her prize, and a soft coo rang out from the charismatic weirdo's pipes, the sounds of her beginning to call for a pet. If anyone followed her gaze through the glass door, they would see the doggo in question skidding along Sasori's dinged-up hardwood floors. Its optics, an artificial clear blue that could only be a product of machinery, gradually filled up with a swelling pink heart inside each eyeball, bouncing giddily in Kimiko Saitō's direction.

"Aaaaah." Even in Kimiko's typical lazy monotone, her glee at DRU's approach and recognition of her person was palpable. She looked like a proud parent who had just been christened 'Mama' by a learning infant for the first time. "There it is. Who's my little pizza boy?"

<< I T ' S S O E X C I T I N G T O B E H E R E >>

"Aaaaaaaaaaaah."

Kimiko held open the glass door for her loyal automaton until its four wheels touched concrete, at which point she parked her butt firmly upon DRU's oblong head and turned to face the group, legs straddling DRU's sides affectionately.

"See, Kazou? Doubting a girl never pays off in this game called life, unless you happen to be a boy or girl. Then you're playing the high-low wheel called love, and that's a whole different type of game."

Persona - Academic Akrasia

Fuck I forgot to tag too what the hell is with this game

@Crimmy @Krayzikk @Write @Kafka Komedy

Persona - Academic Akrasia

"DRU's further along this way," Kimiko pointed, gesturing past the police lines that cordoned off the entire square. "Back at Sasori's dump. We made a clean sneak with what evidence we could, but the law must've must be trying to make an old Chinese angle with anything too hinky that we left behind. It's all pretty tidy here now."

The fiery-headed, fiery-hearted high schooler had settled atop Daisuke's bent-over back, legs crossed around his neck and hanging onto him with both hands clasped atop his forehead, underneath the bangs. The normally cool, detached teenager was surveying the battlefield of her first strategic triumph with an uncharacteristic investment - that of pride, an emotional attachment to her victory. Kimiko wore a half-grin, tongue running along the bottom of her top row of pearls, looking as positively rakish as someone caught in the throes of intimacy.

"Right there was where Daisuke and I were first walking home from the school." She pointed to the opposite end of the police tape, angling closer to Kazou from atop said delinquent's head to point him towards the proper spot. "That's when the truck wrecked and the bots started spilling out. One decided to teach this poor old man and his arm how to love from a distance, so I yelled it into submission and rode it up to the truck while we duked it out with its friends. So eventually, inside the truck, I found the devil and played it some chin music. Like, the 1812 Overture of Haymakers. In doing so, its hold over the rest of the bots broke, and I freed this crosswalk from all future designs of Lucifer. They're gonna be calling it Kimiko Way in a few months."

She shrugged and tilted her chin up at one stain on the asphalt - whether it was blood, sauce, or Pepsi, she had no idea, but either way it had been shed for her sake. Good times. And to think she didn't have to waste a--

a stick of gum!

She had one in her jacket pocket. Nice.

"Anyway, we should get going if you want to see my DRU. We'll find away around this crosswalk. Daisuke-kun is a living atlas, like the map book."

He couldn't be Atlas because Kimiko didn't think she weighed that much. Good thing she didn't have a donk like Hitomi or he might be struggling right now.

Kimiko pushed Daisuke's head up straight and scooted closer to see over the crime scene.

"He knows so many directions besides the main four. You'll see."

In no time, the quartet was pedaling off towards Sasori's office, where Kazou would finally get to see the pet pizza automaton she'd grown to love so much. She wondered if everyone else was as stoked as her to see it again.

Was anyone hungry? She should have left some food in DRU for just this occasion...

Had she?

She knew she'd left gum in there.

POP!

She'd kill for some more gum right about now. She could fit so much more in her mouth than just one wad.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Write

...

Jericho's brain: O

"Wait."

Jericho's brain after celebration tequila back at Bastion: o

"You bought the goddamn caf--"

Jericho's brain on bird: .

This girl was--

"After that whole spiel, all you got out of that was--"

She'd been left alone for twenty minutes! Less! His seat was still warm!

raaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH

"The only thing that anyone should be talking about is how to best inoculate you from human society," Jer replied caustically, jerking a gloved thumb back at the sheer skyscraper of legalese in the arms of the barista. "Before you do any lasting damage. Sharp objects. Driver's seat privileges. Plastic bags from grocery stores. Kiss 'em goodbye. And if you ever convince yourself that I'm nice again, I want you to let me know so I can trigger my super-classified pickup technique. I'll jump from the top of Beacon to come find you, and you can wait at the bottom. Holding my parachute for me."

His gloved hand clenched. They didn't make them like this at Atlas, that was for damn sure.

He really hated the way he was being ogled. Normally Speer's jury-rigged blind dates had collapsed under the weight of Jer's caustic advice and harsh critiques by now. Bianca seemed to relish it.

Oh, Christ, is she into masochism?

Hell, she liked Quantum of Solace, didn't she...?

No wonder Luke said she was only able to get dates through questionnaires. Poor sons of bitches probably thought they were signing up for an internship and then, wham.

JEEEEEEEEEER.

Like a steak knife through your goddamn temple, man.

Jericho leaned forward and took a sip of his cappuccino.

"You know, Bianca, I'm a little rusty on normal people trends these days, but usually a two million lien purchase with breakfast isn't exactly going to get you raised to sainthood. Does 'let them eat cake' ring any bells?"

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Krayzikk @Kaithas @NarayanK @Write

"C-C-C-Cooties!" Lauren squealed, thrusting her pelvis forward in exaggerated shock as Ben attempted his first grab at her ass. It was a little clumsy, definitely not telegraphed well, but all virgins had to start somewhere. She decided not to press him or tease him about it other than that, though - it would be way more useful to commit it to memory and use it against him in case he ever ran for elected office in one of the Kingdoms.

Poor Costa Negasi, whose lustrous coal-black hair had nowhere near the amount of silver streaks in it that raising Lauren should have imparted, was rolling her eyes from beside Sangue.

"So," she asked politely as her daughter continued chattering with her teammates, "San...gue? You must be the quiet one of this gang, child. I know my daughter can be overbearing when she's trying to coax people into hanging out. Do you have an okay handle on her?"

Meanwhile, Lauren was shrugging off Amy's apology with a flippant wave of her hand.

"Ehh, don't sweat it. Like Cap said, I always keep candy in the dorm!" It was an obvious little lie, compounded by pulling out her Scroll and tapping out a message, but the less Amy knew the less could be used against her in court someday.

Sender: Roarin' Lauren Negasi
Recipient: Estelle Nuit [STATUS: SCAMMED WEEK 1]
Message:

Ta-da! Found it! It wound up in my lingerie order hahaha ;D I've already put your finder's fee onto the card so no sweat on that end! Give it back to you when I see you???

"If Pops hasn't eaten it all already, anyway..." she groused, putting her Scroll up and sticking her hands in her pockets as they neared the dorm. There was no one standing outside BASL's doorway, but it seemed that the dorm across from theirs was getting a lot of traffic. They were some Mistralian transfer team, a bunch of bad bitches that Lauren had noticed around school once or twice, but the gang outside their door was positively eclectic; a young man with dark crimson hair in a scruffy sky-blue jacket who looked like he was barely Lauren's age was conversing animatedly with some middle-aged aloha-looking motherfucker to the right of the door, while on the left a glamorous blonde woman was hugging one of the Mistralian students, a purple-haired bombshell who was wearing one of the cutest non-BASL pouts around.

"--just give her some time, Evan," the blonde woman was saying, cheerfully stroking the student's hair. "Viv doesn't know how to handle people that well, even you. Even herself. She'll come around eventually."

"Y'promise?"

"I promise, sweetie. It happened with her father, too, you know. The apple never falls far from the aspie, Evan--"

Lauren tuned out of the conversation after a couple seconds when she realized her father was probably taking advantage of her distraction to ransack some more of her stolen swag, and the boxer took point on opening the team's dorm, barreling right in before the door was even fully open--

--and finding no one.

"Pops, I know you're in here, you old motherfucker!"

Persona - Academic Akrasia

Forgot to tag all my gang: @Krayzikk @Write @Kafka Komedy