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Los Paraisos: The Bucking Bronco

As the man droned on and on, Trixie continued to fumble her hands around her pockets. He admitted to not recognizing her friends - except for Amy. And she was... she was throwing gald at people? Ohhh boy, if Trixie had her guns, she would have definitely had them drawn by now.

"Whaaat! Amy wouldn't do that! I mean, I mean she gets kinda funny if she drinks more than... like... seven glasses, but she's more tight about money than I am!" She backed away from the man who had crept awfully close to her before taking off to a different table, calling out more flaky nonsense. "I'm the one that throws money, not her! You're definitely lying!" After climbing atop its surface, nearly slipping off the edge, she gripped tightly onto the pole and hid behind it. She shivered all the while, that burning sensation of vomit stirring up her insides again.

But Freddie remained as calm as ever, and even offered to phone them! And then asked her to sit down and he would make omelets for her. Omelets. Trixie's shoulders dropped. Either this guy was playin' it nice so he could catch her off guard... or he really was just a nice guy.

Still atop the table, she slid down to her knees and puffed her cheeks at the man. "Only if you gots apple juice." She rattled her head a couple of times before speaking on. If the food was laced with poison, she'd know, oh she would know. But theeeen there was the possibility that it... wasn't. And she was dizzy and hungry and lonely and without weapons and worst of all - she had uncouth, unsuperheroic asymmetrical hair. Totally uncool. That's probably what was making her feel so woozy.

"We're all stayin' at a place called the... Pelgo or something. Hey, do you know how to braid hair by the way?"


Los Paraisos: Pellagio Hotel - Moira's and Syed's Room

By this point Amy had been fully dressed in her emerald dress, though her hair remained as unkempt as before. The lack of any towels whatsoever in the room was the only thing preventing her from hogging the shower.

She stood before the bathroom mirror, consistently dousing her face with sink water before staring at her own reflection, and dousing herself again. Her face had been completely cleaned of whatever tears and makeup had intermixed across her visage - though she looked startling even to herself without her striking red lips. They had calmed into a pale pink. Gods, never mind the pounding headache and how terrible she felt - she looked like a fucking wreck. Amy doused her face again.

A bunch of shouts erupted from outside the bathroom. Now she was definitely not going out.
I agree with Buns, it definitely picks up after the first few eps. Zuko was by far my favorite when I watched it back in middle school because super cool stoic baddie bishie! Not sure if it'll shift over the course of the show. Though ATLA's cast reminds me of Yugioh's original mains a lot... lol

Offhandedly though, gotta say I'm not used to the super child-friendly humor. In a way though I kind of appreciate it, considering how basically everything else I ever laugh at nowadays with today's humor is like... offensive, violent, or sexual haha.


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"P, parents? Uhhh. Wait." Slowly Trixie craned her neck, as if to look beyond the strange man as he rose to his feet. Her eyes fixated on the center stage, particularly on the pole jutting out from its end. In fact, a lot of these tables had poles on them. Wow, this has by far been the strangest-looking restaurant she had seen yet. While the seats looked rich and comfy, she decided to give up on trying to understand the place's obsession with poles.

Trixie rubbed her eyes. "Amy told me not to talk to strangers, but I'm going to anyway. Do you have any medicine? I feel woozy. And I - hurk!" She leaned away, bringing a fist to her mouth as her whole body jerked. She paused briefly before speaking again. "No, wait, better question - have you seen - ohnoi'vegotta hurk!"

Immediately she darted straight for the nearest table. Once close enough the prankster slammed her hands atop its surface and continued making disconcerting jerking movements, accompanied with "hurk!"s, each movement more violent than the last.

Then she just stopped and turned back to face Freddie as if nothing happened. Her smile was crooked in all the wrong places. Had it not been for one hand still pressed against the tabletop, surely the dizzied child would have fallen over by then. And possibly puked on herself. Which was way worse than having asymmetrical hair. "Have you seen my friends?" Her eyes rolled away from the man as she attempted to remember the hardest things ever. "Like - um - like Supersis, Superbro, uhh... Boss and Miss Pretty and... Lu... ... Lucy? Oh, jabberwocky."

Aside from the difficulty with the names of such a large group, Trixie couldn't even remember the last Pride members she was with! Oh, oh no. Oh no. Had she... had she been knocked out and sapped of her memory!? And her friends that she totally had no memory of hidden in radioactive cells with ticking timebombs waiting to explode until she went and saved them!? Just like that one issue of Wonderboy...!

"Hey wait a second... nobody else is even here!" Trixie's free hand slipped to her waist... again forgetting that her belt was totally absent. Along with her buttpocket uzis. Holy nutter butters, they stripped her of her equipment too!? That's outright cheating!

"What'd you do to all my friends and the nice customers that were probably here too!?"
Aight this is the week right before finals, so I wanted to give a little heads up in case my posting times are wonkier than usual, since a presentation and one of my essays are due this week. ^^; I'll update here like I did earlier when I need to shift my posting time or might likely miss a post (hopefully not) haha. I'll probably post around this time again tomorrow too, since my morning tomo and the day after will be packed.

Anyway I've got some free time now for a Trixie post. I think I'll keep Amy in her hiding spot a wee bit longer, since she needs to recuperate a bit hahaha. :)

EDIT: gdi this always happens lol. Need to afk for a bit, in case anyone thinks I've fallen asleep or something hahaha.

Baaack orz
Nah, it wasn't shit at all, Gisk! Awesome transitioning.

Hope the length of my posts are all right. My paragraphs are just smaller/more spread out than the others', so hopefully that doesn't come off as enormous hahaha.

Sitting on her knees, Baltimore watched the hologrammed image closely as he explained the five's situation with direct instructions. A wary smile crept on her face once Romulus mentioned a vault; she's heard stories about them, and especially the recent chaos that occurred in Pandora, though she wasn't certain whether to be intrigued by how important Sirens play in the role of opening these vaults - or to be terrified by that role. After all, that was why she was called in, was it not?

Then a wall to the right whirred open, causing the Siren to bounce onto her feet and watched with widened eyes as a woman - a cyborg? - emerged from the clearing fog. Quickly she reached for her rifle, unhooking it from her back and reloading it - not to be aimed at Grendel, but at the door. Footsteps were inbound, coming in rapidly, rapidly, before what appeared to be a patrolman burst inside.

Baltimore smiled widely as he demanded their surrender. Without so much as even waiting for the others to react, she backed up further towards Grendel's position and stood idly beside her. One hand held her Moloko rifle at her side, a finger resting on the trigger. The other, tattooed arm loosely extended before her with its wrist limp, as if waiting for a cue. Her other three teammates - well, now four, looked capable enough of taking down a single patrolman. But considering the severity of his demands, she prepped herself in case others were behind him as well.

Guess hugging Maverick would have to wait.
Hey guys I won't be able to post this morning. D: sorry about that. Luckily Amy's in the bathroom right now so that shouldn't hold up her bedroom scene... I'll post either tonight or early tomorrow haha.

Hope everyone's having a good weekend!
Hahaha that'd be Baltimore's size then. Awesome!
I guess Baltimore has an affinity for smaller bots too now. :P This'll be fun to write! (Hopefully I got Corhog's size/idea in my head correctly!)

As Hector made his advances, Baltimore stepped back, dropping both her hands and her smile. She was prepared - she was always prepared. Soon the smuggler showed a face of disgust, and as he droned on and on about the type of people the three men were, Baltimore slowly reached for her rifle. Only when another man with a skag collar spoke up did Baltimore stop her movement, resting her hand on the butt of her gun.

Then he introduced himself as Malachi. He smiled warmly to the Siren and the others, waiting for them to introduce themselves as well. To that she smiled back at him, with as much innocence as a girl could have, though she did not respond to his request. She didn't have much time to anyway, as another noisy-footed visitor popped into the room - what appeared to be a tiny robot. Baltimore's eyes sparkled.

Dropping her message to the floor, the small Siren girl bounced to the bot and embraced it tightly. Ah, the sweet, sweet smell of clattering metal. Hopefully Malachi's pet would come out to play soon too.

She already liked where this meeting was going.
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