Plank Sinatra

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Stop! Drop! Dodge Those Thots!

@NarayanK

Lauren threw her head back and laughed at Sangue's tentative answer. With her teammate on her back, Lauren picked up the pace on her way to Survival. It was clear that, as much as she enjoyed the material, she had been chomping at the fucking bit to slip out of Armory. Straightening up her shoulders (and careful not to push Sangue's head through the ceiling) Lauren released the faint sigh that had been stuck in her chest and grinned up at the snake.

"Sangue, love of mine, don't you ever get involved with women," she admonished, with a roll of her vibrant green eyes upwards to meet Sangue's. "'Cept for me, obviously. The rest of 'em are all the damn devil. They don't mean you not an ounce of good will. If I didn't have to be gay I wouldn't be. Well, I would be. I hate dicks."

This was dumb. What the fuck did Sangue even think she was talking about right now?

"Just stick with me, Sangue!" she course corrected with a glowing smile. "Together we'll survive all that the thots of the world have to throw at us, yeah? Ooph, watch your head here, babe, don't want to knock you out."

Lauren ducked down as she entered the hall where Estelle Nuit - God damn, look at this bitch living her best life, dat hair! - had taken over Survival classes at...some point? She didn't know when. Lauren had never taken a Survival class before. She'd learned quickly it was hard to concentrate on PE with Ben and Luke around to play off of (and play with) and she went to the gym enough during her free time with her student privileges that she could afford to leave her darling Cap alone for another class period or so. Survival had seemed like an easier take. She'd been surviving her whole life all over the world, right? Easy A.

As if she would flunk me.

Plopping Sangue down into a seat towards the front of the class, and quickly scooping up the one beside her, Lauren was halfway towards plopping her jacket down onto the desk as a makeshift leather pillow when she realized someone had left a cupcake on her desk.

On every desk.

Oh, Stella, you make it too easy.

Lauren cracked her con artist's grin down at the confection on her desk.

Now how the hell do I make this look most like a nipple...

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

Rik | Myrtle Town, Marketplace

@Krayzikk@Plank Sinatra

“That would be correct, Bosco was where I was born and raised. I planned on visiting my cousin here and luckily I arrived before those marauders did. If you two are here to help, why not go the northern outskirts of the town. After the last visit from those marauders, most seemed to have ran off in that general direction.”

Seeing as more people are arriving into the marketplace, Rik wasn’t in the mood to deal with the same routine that just happened. “Anyways, sorry that I can’t sell you two anything, but perhaps we could have an exchange words. Some would say a conversation. As I mentioned, I’ve been in town for a while so I already got used to seeing familiar faces. But after looking at you two for some time now, are you two seriously going to go after those marauders? I don’t want to sound rude, but you two seem a bit young and don’t seem to that have intimidating physical strength that some rune knights here.”

@Expolar

Angel Ferrara - Myrtle Town

Angel turned to face the other traveler fully now, diverting his attention away from any of the cornucopia of gifts he could snag for Cyare and back towards Rik. The tracker looked at Cyare playfully, and then gave Rik the same breezy smile. His hands shoved in his pockets, thumbs poking out, the mage did seem relatively unassuming as he let out a bubbly giggle.

"We're no bodybuilders, yeah," Angel agreed. "But Cyare's as much a knight as anyone, rune or otherwise, and I guess I'm no slouch either."

He's only been looking at us for a minute...

Of course, at least he'd pegged Angel for a boy! That was something even Cyare hadn't quite worked out when they'd first met, so clearly the stranger had sharp eyes if nothing else. It really made ya think. Angel hummed slightly, shrugging his shoulders and tossing the snowflakes out of his blonde curls with a shake of his head.

"We're gonna help however we can in time for your return trip, don't you sweat it!"

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@NarayanK

Sangue should have known better than to expect any part of a quiet walk to class. The loud, drawn out, monosyllabic "AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY" as the Tornado Negro rushed down the hall behind her should have clued the snake in that she wouldn't be getting much quiet.

And, as Lauren put her head down like a raging bull and lifted Sangue up, over her shoulders and onto the boxer's strong shoulders, it became apparent she wouldn't be getting any walking done either.

"Sangue Naga!" Lauren crowed in glee, tilted her head up and aiming her overjoyed emerald stare at the red-haired ninja. They had only been separated for the span of a class period, but Lauren acted like she'd broken free of a thousand-year time loop in order to come and spend fifth period alongside her teammate. "My soul sister from another mister! You ready to go and Survive like a motherfucker with me, empress?"

Persona - Academic Akrasia

i'd stay, but i know you're busy as a motherfucker, so don't sweat it

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

<Snipped quote by Plank Sinatra>

At the time the list was made you had not posted for 22 days. Like I said it probably needed some updating.

@t2wave

In general, for all of us on the Council assignment (@Krayzikk @Onarax and myself) posting time might not be the best measure of activity. I know that it's been a month or so since Krayz posted too, but since @Expolar has been busy none of us have had anything to respond to. In the future, if you just tag any of us in the OOC you'll get a response in the meantime.

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

@Silver Fox @Demon Shinobi @Shikaru @Natsume Honnaji @Plank Sinatra

So, you guys were considered questionable in the active list, Please, let me know if you are still in this roleplay.

I'm going to give you guys until next Monday to respond, if there's nothing, I'm going to assume that you are not longer in this roleplay, and your characters will be considered inactive. However, if you do come back, you are more than welcome.

@Caits

Uhhh, why? I just posted a couple days ago, and I've been waiting on @Expolar for a response for both @Krayzikk and myself.

Robotech: The Macross War (Space Opera, Mecha RP)

Cairo Casablancas

There certainly seemed to be a lot of energy to spare around her new squadron. A lot of sway with requisitions, too, if each of them got a mostly-new jacket like this.

Cairo tentatively slipped the new Fox Squadron jacket over her shoulders, which were already supporting an Israeli jacket - in a similar mostly-new condition - that she had worked hard enough for that parting with it would take some time and a lot of reluctance. On top of that, it was already hot and miserable in the hangar due to climate and the sheer enormity of the activity buzzing around them. So she didn't quite put her arms through the sleeves of her new Fox Squadron regalia, preferring instead to wear the bomber like a shawl over top of the bomber she'd worn on the plane.

The plane had been nice and cool. She'd gotten to fly first class on the UN's dime. They were pretty good about your drink orders, and they practically made it rain on you with those little foil pretzel packets.

She'd even saved a few.

Hm?

Oh, the crew was still talking about something.

"I brought my own stuff to make coffee," she replied without much intonation. "In the event that anyone needs Earth-quality coffee beans in the future, I would gladly barter should I believe the exchange is fair."

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

@Expolar Really late, but a month of getting adjusted to my college transfer will do that to you. Sorry for the hold up, finally got an Angel post up.

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

Angel Ferrara

While Cyare was keeping their shopkeeper buddy appeased with conversation and moving things towards their job here, Angel was spinning around in a circle to take in the market, rapidly blinking away the snowflakes that fell in crescents into his eyes and upon his cheeks. He should have brought some cocoa or something for the two of them to keep heated. The forests of Veronica were always relatively temperate, as were the parts of Fiore he stuck to; winter was something he rarely had to contend with as a mage.

On the bright side, his discomfort was totally giving him gift ideas.

Keeping his ears open to the conversation and one eye out on the various stalls of the market, Angel paid attention, looking out for anything that he could plop on Cyare to keep her warm. She was from the mountains to the north of the Kingdom, and had spent a lot longer being cold than he hopefully ever would, but if anything that was just a reason for her not to be cold now! After all, she loved hot springs. He knew she enjoyed the heat more than being cold.

Fur-lined jackets...

Scarves...

A snug pair of boots...

This place was just super stacked with clothing, above almost all other things. He would have to find a way to slip away from his friend and grab her something. It'd have to be a surprise gift, or else she'd never accept it, but she'd be super comfy and happy once she did!

But marauders.

Right.

Marauders were the enemies of all things in town that were comfy and warm.

Still keeping an eye out!

"Yeah, we are," he agreed, unnecessarily but cheerfully. "So, fellow traveler! You're not from Fiore either, then, yeah? Did you come across the border from Bosco? You didn't have any trouble with the marauders getting here, did you?"

Super Invincible Max God Century Robo: Giga Assault Hell Smasher Promethion - A Combining Mecha RPG

I AM CORINNE SHOURICHI - DID YOU KNOW BOARDROOM AND BORED ROOM ARE HOMOPHONES!

There reached a point in every meeting, no matter how classified or secret, when you just had to admit you were sticking around because you were privileged to be there.

That's okay! Secret missions and briefings are badass! Were you to pickle the brain of Corinne Shourichi, hell, you would be so bamboozled by the power of my forbidden knowledge that you'd forget to be pissed that someone cut into my beautiful head and stole my brain in the first place.

But sometimes, even the most professional or protocol-fetishizing spook had to admit that there was no real point to letting a bunch of ne'er-do-wells, lazy bums and miscreants sit around and pretend we really gave a shit about much but dealing with a kaiju in the heat of the moment. We weren't here to discuss protocol, or even really debate what to do about the fortress; they were a fortress, they could handle themselves, we would be the ones in the thick of every fight. Most of us couldn't even bother to remember the name of the manager of the fortress' galley because all anyone really recognized her by were her tits.

Her name's...

Kayla? Kaori?

...

...

She has gigantic tits.

And if we can't remember the name of a girl like that, how the shit are we gonna keep an eye out for the fortress or the support staff if they ever found themselves seriously engaged? Michel using all his brainpower on the Beamstars? That little airhead needs to use all his energy on growing big and strong and avoiding these bitches out here! We need him with us, not keeping an eye on volunteers who knew their day job might be a suicide mission. The truth chafes - wear a fucking jockstrap.

...

"Well, this was a great talk!" I rose suddenly and stretched out, arms rolling backwards languidly and fingers clasping and cracking as I stretched. "Dr. Kougami, Ikkyou-san, Pil..."

Pillpushringding?

Pillowfightgod?

"Sadb--" I broke off, hastily keeping the rest of the nickname from slipping out with a mental quickness that only came from girls who lived in constant fear of brain theft could truly understand, "--I thank you all for your input, but my team needs to keep its strength up if we're looking an an escort mission on the horizon. I've got kids, metaphorically and spiritually speaking. Their bones need toughening."

For emphasis, I playfully flexed one arm in Sandbag's direction. Good thing that none of the people assembled here were medical doctors. If they were real doctors they might've known that my perfectly carved, divinely proportioned arm muscles actually did not require any work at all from my tough bones in order to flex!

Instead all they did was learn about equations and focus on math problems.

Can you imagine the type of person it takes to build a robot but not follow through by piloting it?

Jee-sus, it's like not asserting yourself when your daughter's boyfriend comes home. You keep it up with that spineless crap, that inviting him to dinner without waving a gun at him kind of crap, and the next thing you know you'll find that same sitting at the table at breakfast the next morning.

Wearing your grandmother's Old Country tablecloth like a toga.

Eating sashimi from her stomach.

Using her cleavage as a fucking soy sauce fountain.

...

It all kept coming back to food. Fuck, we really needed a meal.

"Kougami knows how to find me if there's anything else you want to make sure we already know," I said cheerfully, putting hands on my hips and grinning at poor old Sandbag.