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2 yrs ago
Current I don't trust stairs. They're always up to something.
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6 yrs ago
William Shakespeare in past tense would be "Wouldiwas Shookspeared"
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7 yrs ago
Have you heard about the Italian cook with an incurable disease? He pastaway.
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7 yrs ago
Trains don't drink.. They chug.
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7 yrs ago
Something about subtraction just doesn't add up.
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A smile better suits a hero.

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Lemme know what you think of it~


@Rebirth Do trackers actually kill/confront/incapacitate their targets? Or do they just find and inform for bruisers?
I think I've got a Tracker in mind for this RP~
This sounds really cool! Count me in c:
Aiko Fujioka



Being caught up in crazy shit in her world was one thing, but to be thrown into a new world was something else. Although she was unceremoniously dumped into a camp, Aiko didn't allow herself to fall on her face like some sort of plebeian. Making a small mid-air somersault, she readjusted her landing angle, thus landing on her feet instead of her face. Her eyes flit around the new scene, looking for anyone particularly hostile, her hand tightening on the grip of her bat. A muscular green man, two furries catgirls, and a human. When the green dude spoke, she was surprised that they could speak her language.. Or maybe they all just spoke the same language now, who knew. Aiko may not be the smartest kid on the block, but she damn well knew when someone offers something, it ain't free, no matter how damn good it smells. "Katal, was it? Your food ain't free right? You don't look like the kinda cunt that plays nice guy, and I ain't about to try knock you for some. Not with those kinda muscles anyway. What's your price?" She replied bluntly as she walked up to the campfire, promptly take a seat on one of the logs near it, her hand still gripping the bat. For now she was staying cautious, but at least calm. Something she was taught by one of the higher ups in mafia.

Information always costed something. Maybe an arm or a leg. She'd have to see what he says. For now she could surmise that she wasn't going anywhere until something got solved. Or at least, that's how it worked in those isekai manga that she read in the Jump magazines.


As much as she enjoyed talking to Rikka, there was only so much she could talk about before she just became mentally exhausted. Especially since she was writing in a notepad half the time. Writing is a very taxing activity. In the end, Magnhild happily ate her meal, only to be suddenly interrupted by a loud THUD! The pangolin merely glanced to the side, only to see the loud dog boy.. Not being as loud as he usually is. If silence was golden, then this guy's silence was priceless. After a few moments of watching the dog's antics, she went back to her food, not really noticing anything outside of what was on her plate.

The talk of haunted buildings and even Rikka's conversation with the canine went completely unnoticed as Mag devoured the pile of food on her plate. She felt her ears perk up as someone called out her surname. "It's Voll right?" The voice seemed familiar. Again she merely glanced up from her plate, only to see the sheep boy. ”Marnahilde Voll? If I remember correctly, you took your practical examination after me. How did you fare? I’d have watched but I...was not in a position to do so at the time.”

"I passed that one. Probably the only thing I passed though." she shrugged before biting into a meatball.
"Also it's Magnhild. Mag is fine though. And you are?" She said bluntly, she couldn't remember this guy's name at all.. Did she ever introduce herself to him?


@Agent 47 Hey sorry man, I'm gonna have to pull out. Not getting the inspiration I thought I would.
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