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2 yrs ago
Current deconstructions are fake lol
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3 yrs ago
"return of the mack, you know that i'll be back." in his bed, joe biden lurches awake, wild-eyed. many a year he has watched, waited for the mack's return. hes as ready as he will ever be. he t-poses
3 yrs ago
Today Show 9-11-01 ~ Live on NBC as Tragedy Occurred [s l o w e d + r e v e r b]
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3 yrs ago
40 hours into the mass effect remaster. gameplay is good but not sold on the plot changes. wish garrus would stop saying "reaper? i hardly know her!" laugh track on the normandy is a weird choice too
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3 yrs ago
fine, since you asked so nicely officer, i will confess my crimes. since i was seven years old i have refused to match any socks in my sock drawer. i practice sock hookup culture. i am a slut
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Yyyyyyyyyyyikes.

If there was one thing years of confidence tricks had taught Lauren Negasi about thots, it was that they would always find a way to let you know that the hoein' wasn't goin'. Amy Desire sure was sticking to the playbook in that regard this afternoon. Lauren couldn't even remember seeing her in any classes this morning, and she definitely hadn't showed up at the team's table at lunch before 4th period. Clearly she was having one of those mornings.

Lauren would've saved another sandwich like the first time they'd had Armory class together, but hey, she had to eat too!

Besides, everyone knew that a thot, once first ye fed her, would return to leech ye into the dirt.

So she patted Amy sympathetically on the back once or twice and squeezed her shoulder reassuringly with the hand holding Lawnslot. When she drew the arm back, she was flipping the tonfa around her hand playfully, rolling it along her palm and the back of her hand before flicking some of the Fury's chains from Lauren's side of the desk back onto Amy's.

"Take it, kiddo, and take my advice with it - a weapon like that has a very particular shape for a very particular reason. Cap knew this. Remember: all that breathes may not always thot, but all that thots will certainly always breathe, jahfeel? Uh huh, I can see it in your eyes, jahfeel. Good luck, Luke."
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??? | Myrtle Town, Marketplace
@Krayzikk@Onarax@Plank Sinatra

As the two wizards entered the market area of the town, there were already a few shoppers at this time. Some chatted with the shop owner, walked around as they viewed each store wares, or simply found a comfortable place while waiting for most of the stores to be open.

“Hey, you two early birds there! Over here!” Not too far away from the two wizards was a man calling them over as he “Greetings fellow travelers, what brings you to this border town? Looking for some nice souvenir of Fiore?”


Angel Ferrara - Tourist Trap


"Ooh!"

Of course, Angel and Cyare had met in the capital; it wasn't like they hadn't been to some of the more urban parts of Fiore, and it was pretty unlikely that they'd never return. But Angel hadn't been doing a lot of knick-knack shopping, especially after meeting up with Cyare and Rei, and they hadn't had time on their travels to really enjoy a market.

Plus, if Cyare had half a chance, she would buy him something first - and no doubt refuse to let him pay for anything after drawing first blood.

rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh

"O~kay~!" the mage cheerfully agreed, pulling Cyare by the hand over to the market with a slight bounce in his step. "Good to meetcha! What's it you sell, exactly?"

Oooh, I can get Rei something too!


He got the feeling nobody ever bought Rei presents. That had to be lonely.


Angel Ferrara


Angel beamed, although it was difficult to tell under the layer of protection Cyare had scrunched his face under; his smile only made the scarf ripple slightly. He shrugged and stuck his thumb out cheerfully nonetheless, and he bumped up against Cyare elbow-first as they left the inn and began their walk around town. Like Cyare said, she'd been doing rounds more frequently, and she was less likely to let the cold impede her judgment, and she was the coolest thing since bamboo stakes to fight predators, so he followed her lead.

"Well, people opening up is what our job's all about!" he joked playfully, stretching his arms up and waving one hand under the sun. The motion mimicked that of a bird in flight. "What've they got at the market? Anything cool? Anything you like? If there's something you like, or something we could both do, I'd totally shell out for it, y'know!"

If only there were a beach ball or something. A beach ball would be a lot of fun to bounce off your head in fits of boredom, or bounce off the back of Cyare's head in fits of mischief. But there wasn't likely to be one in such a snowy border down.

...

"Oh, wait, you wanted crepes, right?"

He should've never let her leave if she was still hungry...

- RO S

Also starring: @Krayzikk @Write @Kafka Komedy @Crimmy




Kimiko trailed out of Sasori's office back out into the somewhat-seedy downtown area. Daisuke seemed like he was handling DRU for her; he was a good boy that way, and would no doubt handle her little electronic saucy puggo with the care it deserved as her pet. Kimiko was more concerned with her cell phone. As she walked outside, she pulled the device out and rested it on the inside of Hitomi's arm, finding a practical new use to the girl's clingy piggyback ride that allowed her to keep her hands free. With the other girl still striding atop her, Kimiko leaned against the van with both of those hands hooked in her pockets, trying to mimic one of Daisuke's delinquent poses subconsciously.

The phone rang four times before going to an automated voicemail message, but Kimiko expected that, just as she knew what to expect after. The girl wasn't disappointed - the phone rang again instantly, and she picked up on the second ring. The voice on the other end was comforting; sharp and to-the-point, a bit brusque and angry for such a multi-talented, capable woman with so much going for her, but it was still a familiar voice that felt intimate and safe to Kimiko.

"Kid. Kimi-chan. Boxing. Do you need me?"

Dana Saitō. Private detective in her own league, onmyoji, former fashion model, Olympian-trained and American-educated wiseass. Kimiko had never quite been sure how old she was - around forty, adding or subtracting maybe a year - but she knew for sure she wanted at least half of her adoptive mother's skills by the time she reached that age. Were she someone possessed with such glorious vanity as Dana's, she might have hoped she looked half as good at the age of forty, too.

"Mom." She hated that. She said it made her feel like the same kind of indolent sloth that had taken over the woman she loved. But it was one of Kimiko's private jokes for her. "I'm out again with Daisuke-kun and the girl I told you about. Hitomi-chan. We're being detectives."

"Uh-huh."

Dana didn't like Daisuke very much. Kimiko didn't get why; it wasn't like she couldn't beat the crap out of Daisuke in a fair fight, if she was worried about her daughter not growing up to be a true old-school banchou like her mother before her.

"Bring protection."

"I've got that pizza 'bot with me, locked and loaded."

"If it comes to the house, it's bringing dinner. Baka-tan wants it to prove itself before it can stay over. Just don't let it bully the Roomba."

She was terse. Kimiko had interrupted sparring, Dana'd said; if it were anyone but her lover or her daughter, this would have landed you on the receiving end of those four ounce gloves during her next session.

"Sure thing. I might be gone again until tonight."

"Protection."

"DRU's already in the van."

"Tch. Right. I'll call your mother and let her know. Don't tamper with anything I wouldn't."

"We might be tampering with something you would. It's that thing from last night with the fries and the pizza and the other detective. Hey, do you know any private detectives with pink hair?"

"Counting Kayanuma?"

"Not counting Kayanuma, but along those lines, actually."

"Hrm."

Kimiko knew she was invested. Dana Saitō hated the mundane, as well as things that could be wrapped up quickly.

"I can make calls, if you let me get back to exercising."

"Kay. Thanks, Mom. Tell Mom hi."

"I'll make her feel your well-wishes in her bones."

The line clicked, and Kimiko nudged Hitomi's arm until the bird-girl's appendage nudged the 'end call' button.

"Kay. Now I'm ready."
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@Crimmy
I made an outline and stuff, but I was planning on waiting until you gave an official CS. I'll just follow @Plank Sinatra's and post mine later today.


I swiped the one I used from an old mecha game of Crim's, so you're probably pretty good with using that.
Angel Ferrara


"Uh? Ahh~! Yuh huh!"

Seemingly so taken aback by Cyare's sudden question that he was lost for words for a second, Angel hurriedly leaped back over the bar in order to reach the kitchen again. In seconds, he had removed his chef's hat, rolled up his customized apron and tucked it into the back of his pants, and slipped on another layer with a nice, furry collar to keep him toasty outside.

In seconds, the cute young man had once again leaped across the counter like an inches-high hurdle and landed on his feet, hands tucked into the warm pockets of his coat. The fur's light-colored appearance blended with his already mussed-up thicket of curls, an optical illusion that tricked the unobservant into believing he wore his hair in some sort of longer mane than he actually had. It was especially deceptive considering how closely he wore the fur; one hand reached up and awkwardly pulled the fur closer to his chin, swallowing up his whole neck.

A shiver was already running through him.

Stupid cold.

Brrrr.

That was why he'd made everyone such hot food.

"Following your lead, best friend!" he confirmed, hiding his discomfort under an earnest nod. "Let's try to have fun, though, kay? We're trying to make these people happy, too, yeah? Best way to do that is by keeping the old spring in your step!"
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