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10 yrs ago
A sentence you wasted 5 seconds to read.
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10 yrs ago
Who came up with the idea to make our statuses quotes from philosophers, anyway?
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11 yrs ago
We could be doing something productive with our lives... instead, we're here.
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11 yrs ago
A random quote from some philosopher that we'll forget in a few moments.
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Senbonzakura - Client World 576143290-B

So, the first shot was fired, and not by their side. Senbonzakura sidestepped to avoid the projectile being fired at Kiba, then Flash Stepped into the air to further avoid Suwako's attacks.

Senbonzakura was glad that he didn't make the first move, since that meant he now had an excuse to use lethal force. Drawing his Zanpakuto, he positioned himself so the blade was pointing straight up and the sharp edge was facing outward. Turning his blade 90 degrees to left, Senbonzakura calmly stated his release command.

"Scatter."

A moment later, Senbonzakura's blade began to disintegrate, starting from the sword point, and the tiny pieces coming off of the sword began floating in a circle around Senbonzakura. The light reflected off the tiny sword pieces in a way as to resemble cherry blossom petals, and the cherry blossom sword petals quickly shot toward the vines Suwako had created, slicing them up into tiny bits.

Senbonzakura then directed a flow of the cherry blossom sword petals toward Suwako, intending to gravely wound the girl by inflicting multiple lacerations.

Spy - Restaurant District, Yggdrasil

Spy flicked away a finished cigarette into an ashtray, then pulled out another from his disguise kit. Lighting it and taking a puff, he examined the surrounding buildings.

Even after all this time, he had yet to find Heavy or Medic. He had heard rumors of crazed doctors and fatass minigun wielders, but a few of those leads had ended up with dead ends. Here he was now, hoping to find something out of this.

As he walked, he heard his stomach rumble. Perhaps it was time to get a meal. It might also be a good opportunity to gather new information.

Heading towards a nearby restaurant, he stopped when some odd-looking individuals began apprehending a person in a long coat. Spy decided that this matter would be worth investigating and activated his invis-watch. Turning invisible, he moved close to observe the group, but not too close so he could avoid being detected easily.
Highschool of the dead is awesome, and I do not mean the fanservice... At least, not just the fanservice.
Shit's going down now. Will make a post eventually.
As Horus flew towards Press, a blue blur shot past it. Horus paid it no mind; it was irrelevant compared to its main goal.

Meanwhile, Press was still on the ground, waiting for the last few seconds of repair time on his wings to run out, when a little icon flashed on his visor, signaling the arrival of his trusty automaton falcon Horus. Press raised his forearm, and Horus used it as its perch, landing on his arm before climbing up to Press' shoulder.

"What do you have for me, Horus?" Press asked. Horus responded by downloading the video and other information it had obtained while on the mothership. The alien leader was clearly marked, and Press knew that such a being would not be defeated easily. The others that had been fighting on the ship were doing what they could, but it wasn't much.

Then the odd blue "hero" caught his attention. Pausing the video playing on his visor, he saw this blue and red blur shoot across the sky, saying the ship from a terrible crash and preventing a massive loss of lives. Was that... Superman? He was too fast to get a proper look at, but...

Where had he been this entire time? Especially with all these aliens around? And what was going on?

Setting aside the questions for later, Press constructed his wings. They weren't at optimal performance, but they would get the job done. "Save the civilians, everyone!" Press said to the others.

Shooting off towards the mothership, he used the information of the ship's layout to determine where the prison cells in the ship were. Press knew there were civilians who had not been very fortunate, and someone had to free them.
As Conna'Cel pushed Faira away, the explosion knocked Conna'Cel off his feet and caused him to crash onto the floor, sliding a few inches before stopping.

"Damage report," Conna'Cel said as he pushed himself off the ground. "Multiple areas damaged. Most notable locations: wing attachments, spine, upper left and right thigh. Estimated repair time... Four minutes and 23 seconds."

As Conna'Cel reported all this, his body was already in the middle of repairing itself, slowly but surely.

Then came the new arrivals. This odd white-haired girl holding a teddy bear... she seemed odd. The teddy bear had no anomalous properties, but the girl made his threat detection fluctuate much like Marianne did, although not nearly as much.

Little Marianne and Alexandra's words only created more questions than they answered. One thing was for certain, however: there were means of escape, however dangerous they were.

"A deal with whom?" Conna'Cel asked, his voice stern and robotic. He could make a few guesses on who or what it was, but it was best not to draw conclusions on mere speculation. "And do not seek to lie to us again. Lies do not escape my detection."
Poor Mittens. RIP in peace kitty.
Yeah I haven't posted. Go ahead and make a reply, I can catch up if I have to.
Introducing the collected now, are ya? Interesting.
Status report on that reboot?
Daniel wondered what he should do now that he managed to create a fire. The answer came in the form of an uninvited Ankou that came bursting through from the forest, breathing fire and charging straight for him. Daniel was not in high alert, pushing himself off the ground and away from the Grimm. Fire was something he could handle, but not the resulting smoke.

"Jeez, why'd you have to bring this thing to us!?" Daniel yelled out to Abel as he landed, not sounding angry at all, but rather pleased. "Now we gotta kill it!" Daniel never managed to do anything useful or exciting in his previous period, and now it was time to make up for it.

Daniel drew his two blades, which then started to absorb nearby flames being spewed by the Ankou, minimizing the damage to the area while increasing the power of his blades. Before he could deal any blows himself, however, others had managed to beat him to it, ruining the fun for him.

"Dammit you guys, save a bit for me next time," Daniel said as the Ankou went down. However, it seemed the Ankou still had a trick up its sleeve, screeching its throat out before dying for real.

As Abel described what was about to happen, Daniel's grin came back. Turns out he would have a bit of fun after all. As the first several Itzamma charged out of the forest to attack everyone, Daniel shot out a fireball from his short sword, burning down one of the Itzamma charging at him, and spun to slash at the other as it opened its jaw to bite Daniel. Daniel's longsword sliced through the Itzamma's jaw, slicing off the top part of its head, and the rest of the Itzamma's body collapsed past Daniel, quickly dissolving away into nothingness.
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