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This topic gets ask off my yes. I've sunk in mute hours into Bloodborne than I care to admit, so you've definitely have my interest.

But I'm torn between being a follower of Maria or a Cainhurst Knight.
At some point it had become Monday. What exactly happened to Sunday, Reiji wasn’t entirely sure as it felt like it had simply flew by in a blur when he got back from The Cornerstone gig. With the exception of Humpty Drunky falling off his seat, the rest of the night had been relatively quiet. Well, maybe it was only quiet relative to his standards, as the redhead wasn’t used to higher end bars like The Cornerstone which frowned upon bar fights and rowdy patrons. But despite its mellow atmosphere, something Reiji generally found stifling, he had found himself enjoying his time there. Enough so that he had told Scott at the end of the night to call him should he ever need a hand again. Either way, he wasn’t too concerned about it, so he picked up his guitar case with one hand and got the door to his apartment with the other.

The sunlight hit his eyes with enough force to make him use his free hand to cover his eyes, although even that didn’t keep him from squinting at the annoyingly bright spectacle. As a full time night owl, it wasn’t like him to greet the morning like this, but today he was leaving his apartment with a purpose. The battered guitar case, which had a faded black color to it and a Spitfires band sticker slapped on, felt much heavier in his hand than he remembered. It had been some time since he had played seriously, and yet still he didn’t feel all that nervous about the audition he had in a few hours. Exhaustion, however, was something that he was feeling quite prominently, so feeding his caffeine addiction was quickly climbing to the top of his to do list. Thankfully he knew a place not too far from his apartment complex that would be all too happy to do just that in exchange for a pretty penny.

On the way down the stairs, he caught a glimpse of one of the most venomous stares he had seen in quite some time waiting for him. The redhead knew that he had an unfortunate tendency to illicit such reactions out of people, but at the moment he didn’t have the foggiest idea what he had done to make the brunette glare at him so. That is until she all but growled a “Watch it,” at him, jumpstarting his memory of the other day that he had almost ran her over all too literally. Naturally, being the mature adult he was, he waited until she was about to pass him on the stairs to purse his lips together and make an exaggerated kissing sound at her, grinning like a jack ass the entire time. The various noises of disgust that came out of her were music to his ears.

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The streets of Shine City definitely didn’t have the same charm to them in the morning. ’It’s just so… dead,’ he noted as he compared the hum drum bustle of the morning commuters to the vibrant strides of the night lifers. It was a sad part of the city that he hoped he wouldn’t be getting too familiar with anytime soon, but his thoughts were interrupted by the smell of fluffy goodness and freshly roasted coffee. His nose led him to the shop more so than any other sense of direction he possessed, as it had become keenly attuned to finding things that will either keep him awake or keep him sober. Naturally since Mochavine provided both of these, it was all too easy for him to hone in on the doors that guarded the objects of his present desires.

The doors opened easily and Reiji quickly made his way to the bar that was quickly becoming a familiar sight to him, paying almost no mind to the performance that was being set up around him. Caffeine was on the mind, so until the craving was satisfied little else stood much of a chance at getting his attention. He all but bounced in his seat as the barista brought him a fresh cup of fine roasted black coffee. ”You’re a goddess, thank you,” he told her with a tired smile and a little waggle of his eyebrows. The first taste of the bitter brew caused a small sigh of relief to escape him. And now that all was well in the world again, his surroundings finally had a chance to register in his sleep deprived noodle.

It looked like a small show was being put together, with a black haired woman standing in the center of it all. He wasn’t sure what to make of her just yet, but between the speakers and the blonde hair guy setting up a camera, it seemed like he was in for a treat. After a moment, he recognized Four-eyes from Saturday, but between him going up to get the artist’s attention and his cup demanding to be emptied, Reiji didn’t feel all that inclined to introduce himself properly just yet. With his eyes briefly glancing at his own guitar next to him, the redhead couldn’t help but wonder if he was finally going to get the chance to play in front of a crowd himself. The thought got shrugged off as he took another sip of his addictive beverage, as he busied himself with becoming more interested in what kind of music he was about to be audience to.
@BeastofDestiny Totally not putting off finishing my post. I have no idea what you speak of >_> <_<

I do apologize for disappearing, but between finals and moving back home it was pretty much impossible to find time to churn out a post. Thankfully now that things have settled down, I should definitely be able to have one up by tomorrow night at the latest.
Arg, real sorry for disappearing folks, but between finals and moving back home, it's been near impossible to try and get online. I'm really sad to see this RP go, but I totally understand. It's been great working with you beautiful bastards and I hope we see each other again somewhere else in the Guild.

Anyway, for Asher I was actually trying really, really hard to avoid the jerk with a heart of gold trope, as would have become painfully apparent in any romance he would have had. That's not to say that he's cruel or heartless, but more so like he doesn't understand how to truly be kind to others. It would have shown itself in the form of his inability to keep his sharp tongue at bay and just in general not knowing how to empathize or even sympathize with others.
One hour, two hours, 13 hours. They're all pretty much the same, right?
Whitey was completely incoherent. Between his spluttered attempts at speech and glassed over eyes, it was clear to Reiji that he wasn’t going to be getting up through his own volition any time soon. He let out a small “Tch” of annoyance at the realization, as he didn’t have the time to babysit the guy all night and he certainly wasn’t all that excited at the prospect of going on a grand quest to get him home. Thankfully, Four-eyes interrupted his thoughts before he came to the natural conclusion of just chucking the drunk outside and letting the wolves decide his fate. His attention returned to the odd guy once more, taking a moment to consider his question.

”Please, it’s more like any day that ends in ‘Y’ for me,” the redhead replied with a small chuckle. ”So believe me, unless he starts seizing in the next ten seconds to spite me, this guy is going to be fine.” With the help from Four-eyes, they managed to get Whitey to sit up, his back unfortunately sporting a new layer of peanut shells and bar juice. The sight was enough to make Reiji grimace a small bit, but a quick check showed that Whitey at least didn’t crack his skull open from his little tumble. The punk was about to give Four-eyes his name when another character in the farce playing out before him showed up.

Seeing this Jack guy looking out for the near catatonic Whitey, whose name was apparently Theodore, brought Reiji way back. As in, all the way back to the days when it had been Yuusuke dragging his limp form across town because he had drank way too much, giving him all kinds of hell for it the next day with that shit-eating grin of his. Back then, things had been incredibly simple, with few responsibilities to worry about and even fewer morals to follow. ’But those days are gone,’ he reminded himself bitterly. The punk band Spitfires collapsed upon itself the day they lost their front man, an event that had made it difficult for Reiji to make sense of the world around him for quite some time. His face soured for a brief few moments as he stupidly got caught up in the past. Resisting the urge to shake his head to dismiss his thoughts, he regarded Whitey’s friend with his usual laidback expression.

”Well if you’re his friend, then I trust you can get this drunken ball of fun home then, yeah?” Even though it was phrased as a question, Reiji had a way of making it feel more like a statement. After all, he had noticed that he had been chatting up Blondie’s friend earlier and he knew how tempting it could be to weasel out of taking care of your friends whenever members of the opposite gender got involved in the equation. So while he had a small smile on, his eyes told a wonderful tale about how he was certainly not going to be the one to clean up this mess.

@BeastofDestiny @Evil Snowman
@Evil Snowman Yep, we're the worst. Thankfully I should have a post up in an hour our two.
@AcerRo I like the way you think boss. I hope you'll like what I ended up coming up with.
@AcerRo I've just been struggling with coming up with a good cost for my power. I'm pretty set on teleportation, but I just feel that blood loss doesn't quite fit it all that well as a cost.
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