Plank Sinatra

Drive Like You Stole It: Summer Road Trip

I’d probably say a Gearhead for me.

Drive Like You Stole It: Summer Road Trip

I like this the more I read it. Sure.

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

Dallas Relo

@Write @Altered Tundra @HereComesTheSnow @NeoAC @SilverPaw @Rockette @SamaraJayne96 @MissCapnCrunch

"Hey, Jaime Lannister! You wanna fucking suck my dick, or what?"

The defensive yell came from the bed of Jonas Highwind's red pickup truck, rolling towards the lake at a speed low enough to stifle the angry American bellow of the Hemi engine, but the angry cadence and righteous indignation was textbook golden sun god. Even though the sun had mostly dipped behind the surface of the lake and its surrounding trees, the sky was still painted a series of erratic swaths, all magenta and orange, kissed by the surface of the sun. Even the meager power that his body still derived from the sun was enough for him to put a foot up onto the side of the truck's bed and hop down from it. He was holding a keg in each hand, and he dropped them unceremoniously onto the ground. A ferocious CLANG rang out in unison, and Dallas turned to face the pair of Salem witches. There was a cigarette hanging from his lips, only dimly lit, but his blue eyes were blazing.

"Now, maybe there's not a rule against having creepy Wiccan rituals on school grounds, but there is one about supplying for underage kids who want to drink on campus. Fucking Helena was all over me from the second I walked out of the orientation. It's a testament to my fucking brilliance that this is happening at all. Besides, everyone I told about tonight was told specifically that everyone should bring their own refreshments as much as possible. If I'd known you were thirsty I would have tried to bring some lamb's blood. Jonas, what the fuck? Are they still behind us?"

"Pulling up now. You gotta relax, dude. Breaths. Slow and deep," said the driver of the truck. Jonas' younger sister was sitting on top of the truck, impeccably balanced, sipping from a glass Coke bottle with a long, slim red straw. Dana was looking down at the tense scene on the ground with wolfish amusement. Hopefully if anything came to blows she could score the last one.

"Fuck you too," Dallas replied, taking a long drag on his cigarette. He did take a deep breath, though, once he saw his own car pulling up behind them. Rhea was behind the wheel, with Marcella in shotgun. The backseat, such as it was, had been filled up with more cooolers of beer. There was space in the trunk, too; Dallas had made the hard choice to put a third and final keg in the back of his own car, instead of his gut instinct to rig the subs. His car was the one with the premium sound system, but there was a lot more room for speakers in Jonas' truck than there was in his car.

And he had known that some pissants wouldn't bring their own fucking beer. This is why he loved...

...

Kelso.

I'll probably remember it right on fucking accident later.

She and Dustyn always brought enough beer to keep the fucking troops happy.

Dallas doubled back to his car and hefted the third keg out of the trunk of his car, gripping it with the hand he wasn't using to balance his cigarette. Sensing she was needed, Dana slid off of her brother's truck and meandered over to Dallas' Subaru. Rhea rolled down the driver's seat window and tilted her head out the window. He winked at Marcy in the passenger's seat before leaning against the WRX to talk to the other two girls.

"You two are on security tonight. Dana, you do what you always do if shit starts. Otherwise, you just mingle with your shopping buddies. Rhea, you remember what we talked about? You hang by the lake. Anyone we like falls in, you spit 'em back out."

"What if we don't like them?"

Dallas had figured his briefing was self-explanatory and completed, and he was already three steps away from the Subaru bringing the keg over to complete the trinity. The question, it seemed, had stunned him to his core; he turned on one heel to look incredulously at her.

"Qu'est-ce que tu fais?"

Marcella laughed from the passenger's seat.

"Rhea, what strategies did we devise for saving people we don't like?"

"Nothing."

"Then, by implication, you know what to do if someone we don't like is drowning. Don't sweat the small shit, alright? It's a new year." Dallas lifted up the keg again and carried it back to the truck, dropping it beside the other two and banging on the side of the truck twice. "Joey! Music. I left my phone in there, just play from there."

He had brought enough beer to cover the partygoers in his own crew, as well as most people who were too stupid to follow their own instructions or basic party etiquette; he had brought the music; a bonfire wasn't in the plans, but the night was still young. Some of the fierce, angry energy seemed to ebb away from Dallas, and he slid onto the hood of Jonas' truck with a cheeky grin. He puffed his cigarette towards Damien coquettishly.

"See, asshole? I'm ten minutes late, but where I tread, the good times follow. You're gonna be fucking creepy forever. No schedule's helping that."

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

DREAMBOAT

@Write @HereComesTheSnow @FlitterFaux

"We'll kick plenty of ass. If you really want to impress me, you just irritate that goth girl every step of the way."
Jericho's murmured command to his chosen lieutenant was almost lost under John Coltrane's crescendo, but the way his cold amber eyes were staring mischievous daggers into the surly Vivianne Laurent would have served as Bianca's marching orders just as well. The threat of a trolling smile was plain on his face. The stupid grape-headed girl was clinging onto her arm and smiling without a single other care in her world, but she was observant; she caught the look on Jer's face and swiveled to meet him anyway. The Gold Stripe lifted an arm to about chest level and waved, curling his fingers one after the other in a small wave.

"What's your name?" he asked the eggplant.

"Evan!" she said brightly.

"I'm Jericho. Hi, Evan," Jericho said, lifting a leg up and reclining the arm he'd waved with on his knee. "Let's be friends."

Evan positively beamed. Viv, beside her, turned to scowl at the two Jumpercables. It was going to be too easy.

"I really like your gun bag. With all the guns. There were some shapes I recognized but I didn't wanna be rude and open it. Do you have a real flamethrower in there?" Evangeline asked her new friend, leaning forward to be heard over the sound of the airship and Jericho's music. Jericho leaned forward and cupped a hand around his mouth - before grinning wolfishly, one of his first smiles in the week that he'd relocated to Vale.

"I have the stuff to make one," he whispered conspiratorially.

The girl's ruby eyes went wide.

---

Meanwhile, the nerd of Team Vivacious was enjoying flexing her knowledge on the scruffy fool she'd been saddled with.

"Tch." Veronique's knees were drawn up to her head, cushioned by the baggy, stretched out hoodie she had drawn over her lower half to cushion her chin. "I mean, Sea Breeze is better than Old Snake, you're right about that much. But it's definitely not a Nujabes song. If you knew anything about the period jazz that inspired Sergei Mantis you'd know--"

"No, yeah, it's just Hibino under a pen name, right? Nujabes just used it in a mix a couple years before he died."

...

"Yeah, he did." A second went by. "I actually really like Nujabes. He's good for--"

"Good for good vibes, right?"

...

"Yeah. He is."

She smiled faintly.

---

The two team captains and their hangers-on were leaned forward, engaged in discussion on their plan of attack. Vivianne Laurent had a gameplan in mind; she had rehearsed it in her head and with her team, over and over, and seemed certain of its success. This was, after all, a Dust production facility. There was nothing particularly resembling a heist about this job, no real finesse that would be required; smash the means of production and then bolt. It was a strategy Viv had borrowed from the callous, ruthless scum that held Atlas with an iron grip. She thought that Jericho Piper would appreciate the resemblance.

The callous, ruthless scum seemed to want to laugh in her face, which only made her angrier.

The plan, as she had laid it out, detailed three methods of infiltration. Traditionally, the front door was where most of the dumbest, heaviest muscle was located on places; if you were a criminal overlord, you wanted the stereotypical goons that would scare away unwanted visitors or questions, and you wanted people ready to kick ass if those goons were overpowered. As such, the loudest, heaviest assault would need to be made on the front door - both to draw attention and to wear down their firepower. Her Evangeline was the closest thing there could be to a human brick, so that was no question. Jericho Piper, on the other hand, would have seemed laughable at first glance. He looked like he put more work into skin and hair care than Pressman or Evan, and from everything she had heard about the Gold Stripes program back in Atlas he was practically on loan from a boy band, not a special ops team. It was only the bag of heavy weaponry that made her think twice about underestimating him. That, as well as the way he looked at her.

Viv was standoffish, but at heart she was fierce. Her passions guided her principles and reinforced her leadership. Viv's heart pumped red hot blood. Jericho was cold. Even the way he looked at the smitten girl beside him was emotionless. It made Viv wonder what he kept whispering to her that drove her into giggles.

Fucking fascist. Bootlicking pig.

She would be glad to be dropping with the majority of the strikeforce. Jer's girl Friday would be tagging along with her, and Pressman would be accompanying them with the unimpressive otaku, using her Semblance and notebook full of emo lyrical scribbles to carry him along. Together the two pairs would land on the roof of the warehouse and infiltrate from a skylight. Viv had toured one of the emptier warehouses during an off night earlier in the week and found that most of the upper floors had catwalks leading to and from major offices, break rooms, or other locations of that nature. If there was anyone of importance in the production facility that night who could lead them to other distributors, or even Roman Torchwick himself, the quartet would run into him. Iris and the quiet girl on Piper's team, meanwhile, would be tasked with smashing the production facilities up beyond any repair. It was a solid plan; Viv had thought hard on the specialties of everyone involved in the operation and given them tasks they would both enjoy and excel at. It was a textbook display of leadership.

And yet still Piper looked smug.

"I don't like your infiltration plan," he said, shrugging innocently.

"You don't have to like it," Vivianne replied, keeping her husky voice at level with as little of a snarl as she could muster. "You just have to walk through the front door."

"No, I like that part. Evan, how did she say we were going to reach the front door?"

"She said we'd have to land above the shipping crates and platform down, Jer."

"Thanks, Evan. I said I don't like that. I'm a Gold Stripe, and last time I checked I had transferred to Vale, not Wario Land. I'm not going to platform."

"We can't park at the front door and let you out like a fucking Uber."

"Nope. We also can't land above three different places so we can all jump out safely. We'll look suspicious and anything outside is gonna shoot us down long before you can hit the roof and neutralize it. I used to knock over a doughnut parl--shop that had more security than these portside shitholes. I don't need to jump safely."

"So jump now. And kill yourself on the landing, see if I care."
He was on his feet and moving towards the giant door to the cargo hold before the last syllable even left her lips. Jericho turned with the upper half of his body, tip of one boot pressed into the ground as though he had been paused mid-step. He was looking expectantly over his shoulder at Evangeline, posed unnaturally like that. It was a model's pose - a modern-day Kawaguchi, just as fucking full of shallow charisma and Atlesian haughtiness.

"Evan, you think you can catch the bag?"

"No."

Evangeline looked thoughtful, though - it was the same looked she always got when someone asked her why planes didn't have to flap their wings like birds even though they were heavier.

"In the air?"

"If you catch it, you can hold it until we're all the way inside."

The Mistralian's expression changed entirely.

"I believe I can."

Jericho seemed pleased by that and took a knee beside the bag, wrapping his hand a couple times around the strap and tilting his head down. He almost seemed to be praying. Viv thought it was nothing more than just putting on a show, but when she looked out of the corner of her eye, she saw Bianca Nuit looking slightly confused, too. Piper almost looked like he was praying.

_{"We were born for such a time as this."}

Then he stood and pulled the door open. The pre-dawn air entered the cargo hold, first with a hiss and then with a roar, as the truth of their altitude and speed began to smack every student present in the face. A jump from this height would have been suicide for anyone with no Aura, but Piper seemed confident. Confident enough to stake not just his life, but Evan's, too.

It made Viv want to throw his corpse from the airship instead, to save the ground the trouble of murdering him. He met her eyes and grinned, hurling his left arm backwards and tossing his bag of weapons into the jetstream. With his other hand he gestured for Evan to stand beside him.

"Hey Viv. Good luck."

She didn't respond.

"Hey, Viv!"

...

"Good luck, Piper. Stay safe, Evan."

"Mhm!"

Jericho grinned and pointed an imaginary gun at her chest, pulling the hammer back for effect that both knew was unnecessary. He was just doing it to be a dick. Evan seemed to get a kick out of it.

"For God and the Kingdom, baby."

Before she could even muster the energy to call him a FUCKER, he had dipped backwards through the open door of the cargo hold, grabbing onto Evan's hand to pull her with him. There was a loud, almost shrill whoop of adrenal thrill and excitement, without a hint of fear; it rang in the ears of the others for only a second before the roar smothered it entirely. It was impossible to tell which of the two had made it. Viv walked over and grabbed the door, pulling it shut - hard - until she heard the hydraulic hissss that meant Piper's buffoonery had been undone and the airship was once again sealed.

Somehow, it seemed the door hadn't even been fully closed before Bianca Nuit was leaning against it. She was grinning at Viv the same way her captain had, as if the three of them shared some naughty secret.

"He's a knight, y'know," said the white-haired girl with a hint of playfulness. It was sickening. She wanted to break the girl into shards with a fist. "Like a real knight. They knighted him in Atlas."

"He mentioned that," Viv replied, swallowing her fury. "Yeah."

"A knight."

She was doing it on purpose. She had to be.

No one could be this fucking awful on accident. She and Piper were meant for each other.

Fate/Counter Force

I'll have a post up this afternoon or tonight, then.

Fate/Counter Force

@Hawthorne I would be willing to accept an application, although servants are all accounted for at the moment so you would have to go with something else.

@Plank Sinatra You are the only one who hasn't made a post yet. Hopefully you can make one soon so I know for sure you've actually joined. I can understand if you are trying to co-op with your master but until a person has actually posted I don't really consider them as part of the roleplay.

@IceHeart

I made a post a couple days ago asking who my Master would be. Nobody got back to me, and since you told me to act like Kintoki hadn’t been summoned yet as his CS wasn’t done at the same time as the other two, I’ve kind of felt like I’m in limbo.

Fate/Counter Force

Rider

Class: Rider

True Name: Sakata Kintoki

Appearance:

FOR THE WIN!

History: See here.

Stats:
Strength: A+
Agility: B+
Luck: C
Endurance: B
Mana: C
Noble Phantasm: B

Skills:
Animal Communication: C
Thousand Mile Ride: A
Natural Body: A
Riding: --

Noble Phantasms

Name: Golden Drive
Rank: B
Type: Drive Noble Phantasm
Ability: A large motorcycle imbued with Raijin’s power.
According to Kintoki, it is a monster machine possessing 2 million horse powers. Its maximum speed is 2500 kilometer (around Mach 2). Its name that has been given by Kintoki is “Golden Bear Mk. 1”.
The cherished mount bound to Kintoki when he is summoned as a Rider. It possesses the ability to transform by its nature. But on this occasion, Bear Mk. 1 has been configured to perform a super charging dash during its True Name Release.

Golden Huge Bear Mk. I
The motorcycle Bear Mk. I is an abnormal Devil Monster Machine.
Apparently, it is a mobile machine, but not actually a motorcycle.
Kintoki says it can transform into a giant robot.
Kintoki says it is impossible to use it in town.
Kintoki says it is modeled after a giant prayer weapon blessed by Hachiman-jin, which was used in battle against the giant “Tsuchigumo of Rendaino, in Kitayama” that has the size of Shinchuu (a heteromorphic giant creature that expunges calamity).
The authenticity behind those claims is not known.

Name: Golden Drive - Good Night: Night Wolf Death Nine
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Unit ~ Anti-Army Noble Phantasm
Ability: A charging dash on Golden Bear in its Super Accel Assault Mode.
At maximum speed, it can reach hundreds of times its normal speed.
Wreathed in lightning, Bear Mk. 1 flattens its targets. Its tires are actually Raijin's transformed drums, and their lightning grows more powerful as they rotate. In short, this attack becomes more powerful the further Golden Bear travels.

"During my life, I was once plagued by dreadful nightmares when I lay down to sleep. These dreams, this... whirl of grudges by the many abominations, demons, and inhuman mysteries I slew, must have been sent by the curse of a Tsuchigumo. I was terribly weakened, and resigned to die.
But, one night... Kintoki stood by my bedside beating Raijin's drums. He became brilliant lightning, and gently chased my nightmares away. Then, those cursed dreams, which had morphed into other-realms, were all incinerated by lightning."

"Yes, thus he saved me. During my entire life, I never forgot the joy I felt that evening. Even now, I still remember it."
"Hm? You ask what this has to do with Bear Mk. 1? Ah yes, well. The wheels of that iron horse are the very drums of Raijin which Kintoki used to save me that night."

Above, a recorded conversation during Minamoto no Raikou's stay at Chaldea.

Fate/Counter Force

I'm cool with what I picked if IceHeart is.

Fate/Counter Force

I could have pretty easily made an Archer-class character but I thought we needed some more variety than just using a representative from each of the Knight classes. The whole point is that it's a game, and I'm up for that game to be a challenge if the GM wants to throw us one. In the meantime, we all picked Servants we want to play. I don't begrudge anyone for their picks.

That said, I'm also open for anyone who wants to be BOSS.

Fate/Counter Force

Golden Drive has a range of 900 lol. And it can be utilized in more ways than just the motorcycle. Golden Bear Mk I is nuts in FGO side materials. It could pretty easily close distance or fight something big.