And once more, Rin could feel his face growing hotter as Gorai teasingly sang about the bunnygirl suits. Damn it all, he didn't deserve this kind of treatment! He was fully devoted to his teaching! He just wanted to save the dignity of his students!
And then, a glimmer of hope. Isamu had opted to join the club, and in the meantime, write an article or something and give this club all the advertising it would ever need! And in much less questionable ways, too!
Ah, you're such a lifesaver... Rin nodded his approval, smiling with relief. "...In that case, Suzuki-san, as long as you stop this right now, I won't have... to..."
...
"D-D-D-DATE-SAN!" the poor teacher cried, waving his arms in a confused, frantic manner, "St-st-stop that! That's entirely inappropriate!"
Today is not my day at all...
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...Taking a break from this particular mystery certainly sounded like a good idea. It wasn't like she was admitting defeat, after all! Besides, she'd been focusing on this puzzle almost exclusively for a little while now. No one was bringing them anything to solve, so it was probably about time for them to start hunting for themselves.
"Very well!" Mana leaped to her feet and rounded the desk. Adjusting her glasses in a deliberate attempt to have the lights glimmer on her lenses (why that never worked was yet another great mystery), the detective-in-training said, "then, where do you suggest we go, then?"
"Very well!" Mana leaped to her feet and rounded the desk. Adjusting her glasses in a deliberate attempt to have the lights glimmer on her lenses (why that never worked was yet another great mystery), the detective-in-training said, "then, where do you suggest we go, then?"
I was busy with interview stuff over the last few days. With any luck, I can not go to this one and get some sleep, then post something.
Gonna be dropping out.
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Well, neither cost is technically invalid, though I would prefer that they be... wackier. Irony's fine and all, but irony alone isn't comedic. Of course, if you're able to make silly applications with the Costs, then all the better.
But anyway, both Kirina and Sebastian are accepted.
But anyway, both Kirina and Sebastian are accepted.
Gabriel's character was talking to Saber and someone else, I think.
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Simplicity said
Pardon me if this is a dumb question but what does it mean by age physically? What's the difference between that and soul years?
The physical age would be how old you look. i.e., how old you were when you died. The soul years would just be adding your time spent in Hell to that.
Ami is accepted.
"Ugh..." the hooded figure mumbled as he came to. His vision, initially blurry, started to settle as his consciousness righted itself. He was... quite confused, to say the least. He was just one his way to school, so how did he end up... um... somewhere decidedly not on Itogami island? Because Itogami most definitely did not have such a diverse architecture. It may have been man-made, but it was hardly a gathering point for every type of building ever created.
The silver-haired teenager rubbed the side of his head, pondering. Did someone teleport him? If so, how and why? A quick glance showed that there were several others, which was worrying. Was it a mass kidnapping?
One of them had woken up already, and was just as confused as he. Looking more like a video-game character than anyone... well, normal, the guy with the glasses asked for their location, to which Kojou Akatsuki could only reply, "Sorry, couldn't tell you."
Meanwhile, another figure slowly roused. The blonde, spiky-haired boy groaned as he opened his eyes. Like the others, he was confused to see that he was not in his bedroom, and instead outside in an unfamiliar forest, most definitely far away from Twilight Town, and his mind feeling rather hazy.
He rose to a sitting position, clutching his head as he tried to remember things in more detail, but nothing was coming to mind. He simply looked warily a the others, wondering if one of them was responsible for bringing him there.
The silver-haired teenager rubbed the side of his head, pondering. Did someone teleport him? If so, how and why? A quick glance showed that there were several others, which was worrying. Was it a mass kidnapping?
One of them had woken up already, and was just as confused as he. Looking more like a video-game character than anyone... well, normal, the guy with the glasses asked for their location, to which Kojou Akatsuki could only reply, "Sorry, couldn't tell you."
Meanwhile, another figure slowly roused. The blonde, spiky-haired boy groaned as he opened his eyes. Like the others, he was confused to see that he was not in his bedroom, and instead outside in an unfamiliar forest, most definitely far away from Twilight Town, and his mind feeling rather hazy.
He rose to a sitting position, clutching his head as he tried to remember things in more detail, but nothing was coming to mind. He simply looked warily a the others, wondering if one of them was responsible for bringing him there.
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Well, the queue's were long, the weather was stiflingly hot, and the imps jabbing sharp objects into your behind every three seconds are probably relishing the action. It sucks, but hey, if this is all you need to endure just to get a ticket out of Hell, you've suffered far worse already, frankly.
Given that you've been suffering in Hell for god knows how long, you never thought that the opportunity to escape would prevent itself, especially in such... unusual circumstances. But hey, as it turns out, Hell is simply overcrowded now, and even Satan can't handle the massive influx of Sinners that enter Hell by the minute any more. Through some divine miracle (my, how ironic), you were randomly selected to be given the chance to back to Earth and take up a job, essentially working off the Sins you committed in your old life. granted, there's going to be a ton of strings attached to that deal, but screw it, you're getting out Hell, to hell with the catch!
As the line, composed of several hundred-thousand lost souls, slowly shuffles forward, you eventually make out a small row of plain desks, stacked with several piles of parchment and manned by the most bored-looking demons you've ever seen. It almost makes one feel sorry for them. Sure, they've torturing you senseless for the last eternity and three hours, but at least they never made you do paperwork.
After a very, very, very, very super long time (we're guessing about seventy three years), you finally make it to the desks. The fly-headed tentacle monstrosity made of molten flesh dully asks you to grab a form from the left and fill in the blanks...
Sign Up:
Name:
Age: Physically. Feel free to add soul years onto that if you wish.
Appearance: Written or Pictorial.
Personality:
Sin: Just list whatever category their crime(s) were listed under (Wrath, Gluttony, etc).
Job: Whatever role they were given upon entering Earth once more.
Cost: Whatever conditions the soul must fulfil on a weekly or monthly basis, in order to remain in work and earn their way into Heaven.
Other: Any other information you want to add. You can also go over their crimes in more detail here, if you wish.
The mind-rending abomination assures you that, yes, those fields make perfect sense and you should fill them out right now because goddamn that queue is giant. Once you manage that, he slaps a scabby tentacle onto the giant stack to his right, and asks you to quickly review the rules...
Law Of The Chosen Damned
1. This is primarily a comedic roleplay. As such, feel free to make things as silly and outlandish as possible. Even their crimes.
2. Death is not a huge factor for the chosen. Should their body cease to function, they will simply respawn in the area immediately. Do not ask why the body only disappears when no one is looking at it.
3. The 'cost' should be strictly adhered to. Failure to do so is an immediate expulsion back to Hell. So please, for the love of god, do not screw this one up. We're trying to keep you out.
4. Don't bother telling anyone that you're really a zombie or something like that. Who would believe that?
5. For the time being, try not to tept others into Sin. Because, again, over-population.
You are quite convinced these were meant for someone else, but the thing just waves you away to the side, where yet another imp awaits. This time with a branding iron, he grins gleefully as it's pressed against your torso. Once you're done crying and yelling, you see the brand is some sort of insignia, perhaps to identify you in some way?
Afterwards, you're given a ticket and kicked into the infernal gates, thrown into Earth at last! The Ticket has instructions written on it, namely your place of residence and where you're getting to work, as well as the 'District Manager' and their location.
Well, there we go. Feel free to ask me any questions about the setting and stuff. Just let me reiterate; this is primarily comedic, so even if you opt for a rather dark backstory, it shouldn't overshadow the RP's tone. With that said, any character arcs or plots you may have, they can certainly become serious. If.. that makes sense.
Given that you've been suffering in Hell for god knows how long, you never thought that the opportunity to escape would prevent itself, especially in such... unusual circumstances. But hey, as it turns out, Hell is simply overcrowded now, and even Satan can't handle the massive influx of Sinners that enter Hell by the minute any more. Through some divine miracle (my, how ironic), you were randomly selected to be given the chance to back to Earth and take up a job, essentially working off the Sins you committed in your old life. granted, there's going to be a ton of strings attached to that deal, but screw it, you're getting out Hell, to hell with the catch!
As the line, composed of several hundred-thousand lost souls, slowly shuffles forward, you eventually make out a small row of plain desks, stacked with several piles of parchment and manned by the most bored-looking demons you've ever seen. It almost makes one feel sorry for them. Sure, they've torturing you senseless for the last eternity and three hours, but at least they never made you do paperwork.
After a very, very, very, very super long time (we're guessing about seventy three years), you finally make it to the desks. The fly-headed tentacle monstrosity made of molten flesh dully asks you to grab a form from the left and fill in the blanks...
Sign Up:
Name:
Age: Physically. Feel free to add soul years onto that if you wish.
Appearance: Written or Pictorial.
Personality:
Sin: Just list whatever category their crime(s) were listed under (Wrath, Gluttony, etc).
Job: Whatever role they were given upon entering Earth once more.
Cost: Whatever conditions the soul must fulfil on a weekly or monthly basis, in order to remain in work and earn their way into Heaven.
Other: Any other information you want to add. You can also go over their crimes in more detail here, if you wish.
The mind-rending abomination assures you that, yes, those fields make perfect sense and you should fill them out right now because goddamn that queue is giant. Once you manage that, he slaps a scabby tentacle onto the giant stack to his right, and asks you to quickly review the rules...
Law Of The Chosen Damned
1. This is primarily a comedic roleplay. As such, feel free to make things as silly and outlandish as possible. Even their crimes.
2. Death is not a huge factor for the chosen. Should their body cease to function, they will simply respawn in the area immediately. Do not ask why the body only disappears when no one is looking at it.
3. The 'cost' should be strictly adhered to. Failure to do so is an immediate expulsion back to Hell. So please, for the love of god, do not screw this one up. We're trying to keep you out.
4. Don't bother telling anyone that you're really a zombie or something like that. Who would believe that?
5. For the time being, try not to tept others into Sin. Because, again, over-population.
You are quite convinced these were meant for someone else, but the thing just waves you away to the side, where yet another imp awaits. This time with a branding iron, he grins gleefully as it's pressed against your torso. Once you're done crying and yelling, you see the brand is some sort of insignia, perhaps to identify you in some way?
Afterwards, you're given a ticket and kicked into the infernal gates, thrown into Earth at last! The Ticket has instructions written on it, namely your place of residence and where you're getting to work, as well as the 'District Manager' and their location.
Well, there we go. Feel free to ask me any questions about the setting and stuff. Just let me reiterate; this is primarily comedic, so even if you opt for a rather dark backstory, it shouldn't overshadow the RP's tone. With that said, any character arcs or plots you may have, they can certainly become serious. If.. that makes sense.
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