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5 yrs ago
Current I just can't. This is too much. Berserk was so influential on so many things that I love. Goodbye, Miura. You'll be missed by many.
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6 yrs ago
Migraines ew
7 yrs ago
Welp apparently discord servers are having some pretty bad Latency issues.
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7 yrs ago
Well I just got my mitts on the Links Awakening remake. Excus eme while I disappear for a weak while I relive my childhood
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7 yrs ago
Migraine killed me today. Posts tomorrow.
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Bio



Hello! Welcome to my little bio.

Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).

Have some dancing medjed.

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[Maria Vicariis]


"I am Albin de Fabrica. Not a literal son of a forge, mind you. Though, it also means craftsmanship, and I most likely come from a line of craftsmen, however, that doesn't matter and I digress," he said, "I have no such idea what house Vicariis is, but that might come more from my focus on metalworking and not people."

This fool didn't know who house Vicariis was? He must have been living under a literal rock to not know such a thing. Well, no matter. She doubted that title would hold much weight to the people out here anyways, not at the moment. She'd just have to make them respect her. Either through hard work and charisma, or fear. Not that it mattered at the moment. She'd have these silly boys at her command in no time. Men were so simple minded, after all.

She watched Albin do something...well, fairly reckless. She couldn't help but to laugh at it, however, even if he had nearly taken off the head of one of their companions.

"My! Certainly confident aren't you." She raucously laughed, moving a bit closer to Albin. "Confidence is good...I like confidence." She offered a smile as she approached. "But save heroics and confidence for when we need them...what would you do if we suddenly found ourselves attacked by a beast, hmm? I suppose it'd be humorous to see you try and beat the thing with your bear hands, but I'd prefer you not die." With that, she walked past him, placing a firm hand on his shoulder as she did so.

"At any rate, we should probably stop fooling around-" Her ears caught the sound of another speaking some distance away. Normally she wouldn't care all that much...if it wasn't for the last part of the woman's sentence. She stopped speaking only for a moment, eyes narrowing at the slave girl, lips curling into a slight frown. What was that...thing doing here? A 'Former Slave'...please. There was no such thing. She realized though, she was staring rather...harshly at the slave though and quickly corrected herself as she turned her attentions back to Albin, also realizing she still hand her hand on his shoulder.

Whoops~

"- Stop fooling around and make progress, hmm? Though, I wouldn't mind...fooling around a bit more when we make camp." She left the meaning of that sentence up to his imagination and left him standing there. She'd retrieve her arrow later. For now, she simply wished to observe the group again for now.
...I still need to post >_>

*Stares at keyboard*

make words damn you!

...I'll try to have something up tomorrow morning sometime xD
Finally did a thing because Pyro was pestering me to hurry up xP
~Misa~


Well, at least things had blown over easily enough. She didn't seem like she was going to get in too much trouble for potentially just killing Kyouske. That was good. As much as she liked causing mischief, she liked living. And not being a criminal. Well, the kind of criminal that killed people. Whatever. She was in the clear for the most part, hopefully. Standing up, the Mosquito sighed resting the rifle on her shoulder as Smith moved in and took care of the hit man and the rest of the details. She figured she might as well do the same, so the girl gave a quick flap of her wings and moved towards the laundromat.

She arrived just in time to hear Smith congratulating the others, and scolding her.

"Alright, awesome job girls!" she said, giving them the thumbs up. "Usami-chan, good work on the save. Ryƫko-chan, feisty as always I see. Misa-chan? You miiiiight wanna work on your aim. Y'know, so you don't hit our own guys next time. And where the hell is that monkey, Mao? That damn chimp Roshi..."

"Eh?" she grunted. "Yeah, sure, how about not congratulating me on taking out their tires or the others. A nice 'good job ya bug brain!' Would be nice ya know, but whatever." She wasn't gonna stick around long though, she could honestly care less bout the kid. So before the others could say anything, she made her way back up to the safe house.




For the most part, the rest of the time after that, Misa decided she was going to make the kiddies life basically living hell just for giggles. So, she had been keeping more or less watch on him until he had woke up. Well, she was sitting on a rather comfortable stool close to Usami anyways. While Roshi was making some food, she had salvaged what she could of that sack of sugar, and was more or less being a huge glutton and was practically gorging herself on the stuff.

That was, until she noticed Kyosuke was waking up. The mosquito sat the bag of sugar down on a nearby counter and quietly moved over the the human and poked her own head into Kyouske's field of vision, her face mere inches from his.

"So you're the Bloodbag Kyosuke, are ya?" She said, a rather...odd grin displayed on her face. "Can I say you smell delicious?" She licked the edges of her lips just for emphasis. With a chuckle, she moved away from him, though just enough for him to be slightly uncomfortable. "The name's Misa. You can thank me for the best sleep you've ever had later."

She of course, was referring to more or less accidentally shooting him. Of course, she'd never admit to it being an accident. She never made mistakes, nope, not at all. Just like she occasionally did not forget she could fly.
Done with stuff.

Will work on post soon.
@Vesuvius00

Do I need to get the lynch mob again?

They're still upset they haven't gotten to Lynch anyone~
Oh hey, posts.

I'll work on one later~
~Misa~


Well.

Things just took a turn for the worst. Misa had been watching events unfold from her station near on the roof. After she had took out that one guy, she trained her rifle on the last guy. A dragon newt or something. Well, nothing her tranqs couldn't get past. They were designed specifically to take down extra species, after all, so of course they'd be able to pierce a scaly hide. Probably. She was pretty sure they would be able to.

So she lined up a shot, and pulled the trigger.

*click*

....

"OH COME ON!!!" Misa shouted, sounding rather annoyed. She had forgot to reload the rifle. Or rather, she had forgot to take out the bullets last time she used it and it had just been sitting in the safe house. With bullets. That would probably hurt if you got shot with it. Well, whatever, she'd just make a beeline in front of the dragon and beat his head in. Unfortunately, by the time she finished internally cursing whatever gods there were, the dragon had managed to get inside of the laundromat...and was going for the kid.

"Ugh, goddamn it this kid is a lot of trouble." She grumbled, standing up. Well, looks like this was more or less up to her then. She grabbed her rifle and launched herself off the building. Well, she couldn't shoot him from up here, but from across the street? Well, this was a good time when her inhuman agility shined. Her insect like wings carried her swiftly across the street, swiftly taking up a position on the opposite building, reloading her rifle as she did so.

She looked down the scope, and before the dragon newt could get clear of the glass window, she fired.

And missed.

"...uh...."

The tranq hit Kyosuke right in the neck.

Welp, there went her job. At least the brat woudln't cause them any more trouble until he woke though, if it hit.
Can't exactly respond with Senna at the moment, either xP

Small post is small, but eh xD
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