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4 yrs ago
Current I'm in a post GBF Guild War state. Happy it's over but overly tired.
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6 yrs ago
Muscle girls are great. That is all. Move along.
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6 yrs ago
I have a desire to play a witch of some sort in an RP now.
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7 yrs ago
Welp, let's see if this Digimon RP will go through XD
7 yrs ago
Considering trying to re-run a digimon RP that didn't really take off. Dunno though. Digimon rp's are met typically with a terrible fate. :l
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Hello. . . Umm, I'm Pyro. How do you do? I'm not really sure about what to say. XD

I like lots of the less serious (especially Ecchi ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ) anime out there and super actiony games. I rather like Touhou and Hyperdimension Neptunia too! If you want to talk about those at all send me a PM or something!

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Francesca attempted to loosen one of her weapons. Not being to do so to one or the other, she pulled herself up to a standing position on her weapons and grabbed out her dagger, Trusty. It was something she could trust in, in a pinch. First, she used her power to teleport to the spider's head area. Eyes tended to be a weak spot on anything, if she could take one or two out quickly, it might make the spider flinch or something. Enough for one of the stray rocks to tear it's way either, through the spider's armored Exoskeleton or a direct hit to the face.

From there, she didn't wait too long. Either a rock would hit her, or the spider would grab her when it came to. Pushing what she was comfortable in doing, she teleported again... Onto one of the falling rocks. It was like falling in style really. Riding a throne down to where she needed. Looking up, there luckily didn't seem to be another above her. That was good. She didn't need a chunk of rock squishing her after all. Now she just needed to worry about the spider. "Let's dance you fool." She whispered as her music switched to something vocal.
I'm working on my character. In opposition of Vengence, I've been doing Justice and Judgement. :) I hope everyone can get along with her. That's her thing. Oh, I guess everyone aside from Vengence. Working for the same thing with different methods and results is enough of a difference.
Playing a god huh? Hmm, that fits very well. I like it. I might jump in here ;)
Francesca steadily stayed on the back of the spider with her weapons lodged inside. They were stuck inside fairly well, well enough that she wouldn't fall off by the creature making erratic movements to knock her off. She braced herself to the point it started to climb up a wall. What started as her standing on the creature's back turned into dangling from her weapons embedded in the it. It was rather unpleasant. . . Even more so when rocks were falling down on her! They seemed to fall in slow motion as Francesca tried to think. Perhaps they could hit the spider and do something to it's armor-like exoskeleton.
Francesca set down the chess piece she had. It wouldn't help much in a fight after all. With a hefty sigh she changed the music on her music player to something a bit more epic. She had to help her partner out. It would look bad on her if he died in the barely first mission. She looked over the cliff where the other students where. Her semblance would most likely come in handy here, where the smaller. . . Albeit not exactly small, spiders where coming up and the other, giant, spider was moving over to where Kael was. Some of the others were taking on the two twin snakes, a perfect chance to 'save' her partner.

Backing up a little bit, Francesca started a running jump towards the behemoth of a spider. Kael seemed like he was trying to break out, and the giant spider didn't seem like it wanted to back off. She just needed to give him some breathing room. She pulled out both of her weapons and prepared to plunge both of their blades into the creature. Her jump gave her enough of a boost to reach the spider's back. The blades plunged deep as Francesca braced from the fall, her Aura's guard taking a bit of it. Enough at least, to not damage her.
After following the teacher around for a bit that day was a bit of a wonky thing, so Ami was glad when the chairs and desks came out of the ground. Hell, it's been. . . What, two years since she came to Chiharu? She still didn't get use to any of the different mechanisms they had at the school. Then the Professor asked them to do a get to know each other exercise, “State your full name, age, and intended major. Then let me know in two sentences what love means to you. Oh, and whoever goes first gets five percent added on his or her first exam, which is a week from tomorrow, by the way.” Five percent!? Ami couldn't let that one go!

"I shall, Gestalt-Sen!" Ami almost shouted as she stood up and raised her hand. Almost, as in, someone beat her to the punch. "Shourei Yang. Eighteen years old. Computer Science. Booties are love. Booties for life." It was a bit upsetting. She was hoping for five percent on the exam. Instead, she was beaten to the punch by someone who said "Booties are love. Booties for life." Let alone social acceptance, one could live like that? What the fetish he must have. Still, this man. . . He must not be forgiven. Shourei Yang. She would remember that name for her missing free five percent.

She almost too grumpily stood up and spoke after him. "My name is Ami Yukimura, Age 20, Creative Writing major." She took a bow to the class, "A pleasure."

She cleared her throat. And disposed of the disappointment in her voice. "Two sentences on what I think of love, huh?" She muttered. "Alright. One's life should be for justice. One finds love in life, therefore, Love is Justice." If nothing else, there was no hesitation in her voice. It was spoken clearly and no red blushes of embarrassment either. Her hand made a fist level to her chest. "Hehehe. Justice." She silently laughed to herself. One thing she didn't think of really, was that her small sense of justice most likely didn't match up to everyone else's in the class room. "So that's me and him. Who's next?"
(Crying a river now.)
It is, been down since last night
"Then we are taking this white bishop piece." Francesca said staring at the piece. Thens she turned her attention to the Schwarz. . . And someone else pair. The girl who Francesca glared at earlier was complaining at her. "Not even asking the party in question. If it weren't for the threat at the end of your statement I'd not have given you a reply. . . Whatever you deem yourself." She looked straight into the girl's eyes. "I have no quarrel with you. Beyond that, this entire area is most likely being monitored by Beacon's teacher. I wouldn't try anything rash if I were you."

Done with that conversation, she turned to Schwarz. She left whatever it was that Schwarz gave her yesterday with her stuff back at the school. "I never looked at the paper though I suppose I know what was in it now." Wings. That was a bit odd. Francesca wondered how the girl hide them so well. Still, she had to reply to the other part of it. . . Maybe. "At first I acknowledged your presence. I barely even noticed your wings." She wasn't very sure what to say next. "It appears you're showing your true form now though, I see." She'd not talked much to 'animals'. Need she explain herself? Or would it be better to walk away at this point? Schwarz's partner didn't give her a good feeling at all. . . She was also unsure of where to go now. Return to Beacon somehow?
"Target's neutralized." Francesca mumbled as she sheathed her sword. With that monster of an Ursa dead, they had little to worry about right this moment and had a clear way to move forward.

"We had better get going. Don't want to be the las ones to the ruins." Francesca nodded out of agreement with Kael. The two moved to where the relics were suppose to be. . . There were others already there in fact! Even someone she already knew. "Schwarz Nacht." She vocalized as she walked to where the pieces were. Her eyes glanced over the girl's partner, tentacle headed. . . A faunus for sure. For the sake of civility, the best thing to do would be just ignoring her. . . Albeit her glance at the girl wasn't the most friendly.
As her view changed from the girl, it turned onto what they came to get in the first place. There were only a few pieces left. Her eyes were drawn to the one of the black bishop pieces however. There was something about the piece, she couldn't quite figure it out. "I suppose we shall take this white bishop piece then. That is, assuming that this is the relic we are looking for. I believe we can be in agreement in this 'partner'."
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