@Burning KittyI'd hate to ask you to change your post again, but please at least just have your move lash out at them for not wanting to kill them, and Tatiana try to kill. I know that she has inhuman speed, but I do need that man alive for story purposes for at least a little longer, okay?
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I am currently sick and putting all of my energy into work, please forgive me if I don’t respond right away or forget things!
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Masahiro Hirbayashi, certified cool guy.
Masahiro Hirabayashi had been waiting all day for this.
As the bell was struck, the young man with jet black hair and muted blue eyes stood up from his seat slowly. his legs lifted himself up first, his body still heavily hunched over until he finally straightened himself out. Academics were over for the day, it was now time for the host club.
It was his second year attending Ouran High School, and his second year with the club itself. Over the past few years there had been many changes to the rules of the club, the biggest one being the rule against women joining the club. Ever since a rather big incident, one of the host club's members was revealed to be a girl, and since then the club members worked to keep her there, effectively inviting other women to join as well.
It was also going to be the first year without Tamaki-sensei as the president of the club. A greenhorn without and discernible experience. It was the girl who had become a recluse the year before.
He knew the stories, he did his research. Masahiro was nothing but rich, if not studious. It would be best for him to not reference that when he met her.
In the time it took for him to think out his plans, to meet the new hosts, and to greet the new president, Masahiro reached his locker. All of his belongings were set where the needed to be, and everything that he needed to take home with him were carefully placed in his luxury backpack. He paid good money for a bag that was nearly indestructible, so it better be worth it, lest a lawsuit be placed against the company for false advertisement.
It seemed like he wasn't the first one to enter the fuchsia doors. Two others had already found themselves inside, talking to one another rather casually.
He peeked his head in first to look around, finding them there. He didn't smile or anything, but only offered a slow blink before removing his head and opening the doors fully.
His eyes set on the woman in the room. She must be the new president that Tamaki-sensei had appointed at the end of the previous year. She certainly looked quite nervous, so he did his best to fill the role of a host, and smiled rather pleasantly, bowing deep with an arm stretched outward.
"It's a pleasure to meet you... Miss president."
Oh no.
He forgot her name.
MASAHIRO HOW COULD YOU FORGET THE NAME OF THE PRESIDENT OF THE HOST CLUB?
He kept his cool. He was the epitome of cool. "My name is Masahiro Hirabayashi. As a member of the club last year, I humbly welcome you to this group, and wish you the best in all of your endeavors."
Dude how is it possible that you can't even remember if she was in the club or not last year? For a weirdo who spends a lot of time researching things and people, you seem to forget an awful lot.
As the bell was struck, the young man with jet black hair and muted blue eyes stood up from his seat slowly. his legs lifted himself up first, his body still heavily hunched over until he finally straightened himself out. Academics were over for the day, it was now time for the host club.
It was his second year attending Ouran High School, and his second year with the club itself. Over the past few years there had been many changes to the rules of the club, the biggest one being the rule against women joining the club. Ever since a rather big incident, one of the host club's members was revealed to be a girl, and since then the club members worked to keep her there, effectively inviting other women to join as well.
It was also going to be the first year without Tamaki-sensei as the president of the club. A greenhorn without and discernible experience. It was the girl who had become a recluse the year before.
He knew the stories, he did his research. Masahiro was nothing but rich, if not studious. It would be best for him to not reference that when he met her.
In the time it took for him to think out his plans, to meet the new hosts, and to greet the new president, Masahiro reached his locker. All of his belongings were set where the needed to be, and everything that he needed to take home with him were carefully placed in his luxury backpack. He paid good money for a bag that was nearly indestructible, so it better be worth it, lest a lawsuit be placed against the company for false advertisement.
It seemed like he wasn't the first one to enter the fuchsia doors. Two others had already found themselves inside, talking to one another rather casually.
He peeked his head in first to look around, finding them there. He didn't smile or anything, but only offered a slow blink before removing his head and opening the doors fully.
His eyes set on the woman in the room. She must be the new president that Tamaki-sensei had appointed at the end of the previous year. She certainly looked quite nervous, so he did his best to fill the role of a host, and smiled rather pleasantly, bowing deep with an arm stretched outward.
"It's a pleasure to meet you... Miss president."
Oh no.
He forgot her name.
MASAHIRO HOW COULD YOU FORGET THE NAME OF THE PRESIDENT OF THE HOST CLUB?
He kept his cool. He was the epitome of cool. "My name is Masahiro Hirabayashi. As a member of the club last year, I humbly welcome you to this group, and wish you the best in all of your endeavors."
Dude how is it possible that you can't even remember if she was in the club or not last year? For a weirdo who spends a lot of time researching things and people, you seem to forget an awful lot.
@Burning Kittyoh yeah, that reminds me. We're still kind of stuck in subspace. So either Tatiana wasn't there when Chrys pulled everyone in, keeping her from seeing the events gone down in said subspace, or she is still there with them, and cannot leave until Chrys lets them out.
@WildRoseright now, we wait for Grizz to put us back into the real world, then we're going to be fighting our way out.
I gotta admit, I was pretty close to having the old man die, but with the body count of the day before, I decided to not put actual planned murder on the consciences of a bunch of teenagers, even if Tatiana has killed before.
And it wasn't shawn who made Laura stand down. Sure he had a part in it, but it was Wade who reminded her that they all had mutant family that would be slaughtered in a which hunt that would surely start a war between humans and mutants.
And it wasn't shawn who made Laura stand down. Sure he had a part in it, but it was Wade who reminded her that they all had mutant family that would be slaughtered in a which hunt that would surely start a war between humans and mutants.
Emma was silent in the face of Bonny's questions. Emma could no longer see the outside world, being stuck in a black void where air was scarce and Chrys had now aged himself by several years due to the use of his mutation. The plan didn't change though. The President's life was at the mercy of Laura, Cable, and Wade. They made their promise to not kill anyone, but Emma had done her research on Laura. Nothing was going to stop her mission to shift the course of time. Cable's mind was heavily guarded due to his own powers as a telepath, and Wade didn't exactly have a mind to read.
"Bonny." Emma reached out to the girl in the dream world, her words laced with worry. While Emma could no longer physically see, she could shift some of her focus to latch onto other minds, seeing what they saw in this void. "We don't get to decide his fate, we only influence those that do." She regretted making the students face this kind of reality, but the possibility of someone dying was inescapable.
Shawn could see everything unfolding before his eyes. Being sucked into subspace, Chrys being aged up, and all of the little details in between. His eyes were on Laura and the President. She was ready to kill him, and Cable made no effort to try and keep her from her thoughts.
He knew what was going to happen. They all knew just what was going to happen. Nothing was more certain in the space with the three people who traveled back in time a hundred times over. They were here for a result, but Shawn stood by his words from back at the Mansion.
Laura extended her claws in front of the older man's face, her face dead of emotion. Her goal was finally about to be achieved. All of her time and effort to ensure the safety of one man along with a million others.
"No!" Shawn shouted accidentally into Heidi's ear. Heidi was important to him, but nothing mattered more right now than making sure no one died. He shoved Heidi aside to propel himself forward, and floated steadily to Laura. "You can't kill him!" He shouted again, trying his hardest to swim himself over to her.
Laura's anger flared. Her claws became fully extended as she barked back at the boy. "I am killing one man to save a million! This man will hunt down mutants after he keeps your children from having mutations!"
"If you kill him, you're going to make a martyr, and even more lives are going to suffer because of it!" He wasn't even sure if that was true, but he had a good idea that it would happen, and he was going to do everything to convince this man to stop his evil work.
Shawn, as much as Laura didn't want to admit it, had a point. It wasn't going to stop her, though. Her left hand held tight on the man's collar, bringing him close to her. They couldn't have it both ways. This man would never change, but in the event that people did discover that mutants were behind his assassination, every single anti-mutant being and organization on the planet would band together to commit mass genocide. Even if for a moment, her grip on the man's collar loosened.
But none of that mattered.
Wade, amidst the waiting for a decision to be made, had been thinking. There was no way he could save himself. That was impossible without making a paradox. However, there was someone that he could save. If Transigen stopped here, they couldn't reboot the weapon X program. Without that, Francis wouldn't have killed Wade Wilson and birthed Deadpool. Francis wouldn't be killed, putting Angel Dust on a warpath...
His steel sword had been unsheathed, and stuck between Laura's claws. Using what leverage he had, he moved her claws away from the old man's face and closer to her own. In her surprise, she dropped the president, and he was let loose to float slowly through their pocket in subspace.
Laura tried her damndest to get Wade off of her, but he latched on to her with unrelenting strength, making sure that her wild and rapid movements wouldn't make things weird.
"You kill him, and Purity first is gonna be on Logan's ass so fast that it'll make your head spin. You think you're doing good by relieving this man from life, but you'll be killing all of us faster if you do. Vanessa, Scott, Jean, even Charlie's gonna kick the bucket if people start a mutant hunt. Summers over there won't even be alive to make you breakfast since a mister someone won't have any DNA to make his clone of a mom." Wade whispered not so loudly into Laura's ear as she struggled to get free of him. After hearing him, she mad more to think about.
It took some time, but she stopped wrestling against Wade, having made her decision.
"Nathan." Laura said lowly. "How is your telepathy now that were outside space and time?"
Nathan shook his head. "It doesn't change anything. Emma is going to have to do it."
Cable shuffled over to Bonny and Emma, who were still occupied in Bonny's mind. He knew that Emma could still feel their presence, so he spoke out in his mind, drawing her back into her own body. She had been given silent instructions, and allowed Bonny to float into Cable's giant, chiseled, cyborg arms.
Her eyes were only open for a moment before she entered another mind.
While all of this was happening, Shawn was wide-eyed and breathless. He just nearly witnessed murder. With his mind a little clearer, yet still moving a mile a minute, his eyes darted the black void to look for Heidi. He looked at her for several moments, finding something within her to ground himself with. With a shake breath, and even shakier sigh, and a slow nod of the head, he knew that they had just saved not only this man's life, but also many, many others.
"Chrys." Emma spoke both physically and mentally. "Please bring us back to the physical world. There's no way for us to not fight our way out, but our X-pendibles are more than capable of non-lethal combat." It was more of a jab at the time travelers than anything else, but it was also her way of reassuring everyone that no one had to die today.
"Bonny." Emma reached out to the girl in the dream world, her words laced with worry. While Emma could no longer physically see, she could shift some of her focus to latch onto other minds, seeing what they saw in this void. "We don't get to decide his fate, we only influence those that do." She regretted making the students face this kind of reality, but the possibility of someone dying was inescapable.
Shawn could see everything unfolding before his eyes. Being sucked into subspace, Chrys being aged up, and all of the little details in between. His eyes were on Laura and the President. She was ready to kill him, and Cable made no effort to try and keep her from her thoughts.
He knew what was going to happen. They all knew just what was going to happen. Nothing was more certain in the space with the three people who traveled back in time a hundred times over. They were here for a result, but Shawn stood by his words from back at the Mansion.
Laura extended her claws in front of the older man's face, her face dead of emotion. Her goal was finally about to be achieved. All of her time and effort to ensure the safety of one man along with a million others.
"No!" Shawn shouted accidentally into Heidi's ear. Heidi was important to him, but nothing mattered more right now than making sure no one died. He shoved Heidi aside to propel himself forward, and floated steadily to Laura. "You can't kill him!" He shouted again, trying his hardest to swim himself over to her.
Laura's anger flared. Her claws became fully extended as she barked back at the boy. "I am killing one man to save a million! This man will hunt down mutants after he keeps your children from having mutations!"
"If you kill him, you're going to make a martyr, and even more lives are going to suffer because of it!" He wasn't even sure if that was true, but he had a good idea that it would happen, and he was going to do everything to convince this man to stop his evil work.
Shawn, as much as Laura didn't want to admit it, had a point. It wasn't going to stop her, though. Her left hand held tight on the man's collar, bringing him close to her. They couldn't have it both ways. This man would never change, but in the event that people did discover that mutants were behind his assassination, every single anti-mutant being and organization on the planet would band together to commit mass genocide. Even if for a moment, her grip on the man's collar loosened.
But none of that mattered.
Wade, amidst the waiting for a decision to be made, had been thinking. There was no way he could save himself. That was impossible without making a paradox. However, there was someone that he could save. If Transigen stopped here, they couldn't reboot the weapon X program. Without that, Francis wouldn't have killed Wade Wilson and birthed Deadpool. Francis wouldn't be killed, putting Angel Dust on a warpath...
His steel sword had been unsheathed, and stuck between Laura's claws. Using what leverage he had, he moved her claws away from the old man's face and closer to her own. In her surprise, she dropped the president, and he was let loose to float slowly through their pocket in subspace.
Laura tried her damndest to get Wade off of her, but he latched on to her with unrelenting strength, making sure that her wild and rapid movements wouldn't make things weird.
"You kill him, and Purity first is gonna be on Logan's ass so fast that it'll make your head spin. You think you're doing good by relieving this man from life, but you'll be killing all of us faster if you do. Vanessa, Scott, Jean, even Charlie's gonna kick the bucket if people start a mutant hunt. Summers over there won't even be alive to make you breakfast since a mister someone won't have any DNA to make his clone of a mom." Wade whispered not so loudly into Laura's ear as she struggled to get free of him. After hearing him, she mad more to think about.
It took some time, but she stopped wrestling against Wade, having made her decision.
"Nathan." Laura said lowly. "How is your telepathy now that were outside space and time?"
Nathan shook his head. "It doesn't change anything. Emma is going to have to do it."
Cable shuffled over to Bonny and Emma, who were still occupied in Bonny's mind. He knew that Emma could still feel their presence, so he spoke out in his mind, drawing her back into her own body. She had been given silent instructions, and allowed Bonny to float into Cable's giant, chiseled, cyborg arms.
Her eyes were only open for a moment before she entered another mind.
While all of this was happening, Shawn was wide-eyed and breathless. He just nearly witnessed murder. With his mind a little clearer, yet still moving a mile a minute, his eyes darted the black void to look for Heidi. He looked at her for several moments, finding something within her to ground himself with. With a shake breath, and even shakier sigh, and a slow nod of the head, he knew that they had just saved not only this man's life, but also many, many others.
"Chrys." Emma spoke both physically and mentally. "Please bring us back to the physical world. There's no way for us to not fight our way out, but our X-pendibles are more than capable of non-lethal combat." It was more of a jab at the time travelers than anything else, but it was also her way of reassuring everyone that no one had to die today.
looks like we have a pretty good multi-gender harem going on here, who's going to be the prota-I mean poor pers-I mean new kid that grounds the group with humility and reason?
Name: Masahiro Hirabayashi
Appearance:
Nickname:N/A
Role: Taxpayer (snooty rich-boy)
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual, Panromantic
Personality: While money certainly speaks volumes, Masahiro tends to speak even more. He does what he can to assist the host club in all of its endeavors, but isn't afraid to voice his opinion in matters what might not even be his. He feels like as the lead payer of the adventures, he has a say in how things go. However, deeper underneath, he's just trying to help out and bring things to a good state. Honor is important to him, and he hates thieves and people who ruin priceless host club items like someone did some time ago. He thinks of his philanthropy work as no big deal, and often underplays it because it seems to affects him so little.
Biography: Masahiro Hirabayashi grew up in a wealthy upper class family will little troubles, but Masahiro was always fascinated with the little people who didn't have the money that he did. He always put himself around these poorer people, in addition to the people his parents forced him to be around. He had a rather uneventful life, he would say between rallies for better pay and after every donation to charitable foundations. Being so generous to people has given him some level of control to these things, so when he joined the Ouran High School Host Club, he believed the same thing, but he was sure that he could do even more help to the world with some hosting under his belt.
Likes: Helping people
Being in the host club
trying new foods
voicing his opinion
Dislikes: Being forced to eat foods that he doesn't like.
Being shut out from social events and groups
theives
Appearance:
Nickname:N/A
Role: Taxpayer (snooty rich-boy)
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual, Panromantic
Personality: While money certainly speaks volumes, Masahiro tends to speak even more. He does what he can to assist the host club in all of its endeavors, but isn't afraid to voice his opinion in matters what might not even be his. He feels like as the lead payer of the adventures, he has a say in how things go. However, deeper underneath, he's just trying to help out and bring things to a good state. Honor is important to him, and he hates thieves and people who ruin priceless host club items like someone did some time ago. He thinks of his philanthropy work as no big deal, and often underplays it because it seems to affects him so little.
Biography: Masahiro Hirabayashi grew up in a wealthy upper class family will little troubles, but Masahiro was always fascinated with the little people who didn't have the money that he did. He always put himself around these poorer people, in addition to the people his parents forced him to be around. He had a rather uneventful life, he would say between rallies for better pay and after every donation to charitable foundations. Being so generous to people has given him some level of control to these things, so when he joined the Ouran High School Host Club, he believed the same thing, but he was sure that he could do even more help to the world with some hosting under his belt.
Likes: Helping people
Being in the host club
trying new foods
voicing his opinion
Dislikes: Being forced to eat foods that he doesn't like.
Being shut out from social events and groups
theives
So, I have some archetype ideas I want to share with you guys, to see what you'd rather have in the RP
Snooty character
Tomboy character
Mischievous character
Bro Character
Snooty character
Tomboy character
Mischievous character
Bro Character
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