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I WANT TO PLAY SHIN SAKURA TAISEN
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Today's the first time in a long time that I've felt empty. Not even sad or tired, just empty. This quarantine is getting to me more than I thought.
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@Jessica Bunny: You live in America! College is optional (and expensive) and around you is opportunity. I believe you can make it!
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Magical Girl RP, Original World: roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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Oh shit, I've been surrounded! The room is ripe with the scent of bitches!
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Ehem, I'm pretty sure half of you will be disinclined to believe me, but . . . the best and longest RP that I've had the pleasure of finishing satisfactorily lasted a grand total of *drum-roll please~!*
**10 GODDAMN YEARS!**
There, I said it.
Just putting this up here to have people get a feel of me *cough* er, that is, my character I mean. Also, I figured this would be a good place to ask questions that I want answered without having to clog up my RP's OOC's.
My B-day is on Halloween, just sayin' :)
Goodness, another farm boy axe user xD Anyway, accepted. I assume that despite his age he'll be with the younger students?
Congratulations, Thisa, your outburst has warranted the attention of not one, not two, not three, but FIVE Rulers! xD I will post once Harold gets his sh~t together and thinks of something to do :3
The two older males approached Harold as he spoke to them. "Yeah," growled the blonde. "Short kid, black hair, unbearably childish and -"
His little rant was cut off for Thisa's much, much larger one. The two of the rounded in shock at her little outburst and they quickly realized just _why_ she exploded. Everyone in the cafeteria burst into outright laughter. "Man! How many does this make now?" asked RSA. One of the females in the crowd curtly replied, "47, about a quarter of those were male."
"It's funny every time I see it," chortled RSC. Several students agreed, several did not - but those were mostly students that were victims themselves. It was still a bit funnier to them though, now that they weren't the ones being victimized; it was a schadenfreude like feeling.
Meanwhile the two males practically teleported in front of Thisa. The large blonde grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her roughly. "Dammit Michael get the fuck out of there and get your lazy ass to the field."
"For a man asking to be his lieutenant, you're quite demanding, not to mention disrespectful," said the shorter black haired youth. He then narrowed his eyes at the larger boy. "Also, I'd appreciate it if you not go blind with stupid and realize you are also shaking down a girl who is a head shorter than you and only half as wide."
The blonde snorted and ignored him, still gripping the girls shoulders. He glared at Thisa - it was an expression of impatience and very closely resembled an enraged bull. "Listen girl, tell that little idiot to get his ass out here so we can both get on with are lives, eh?"
The shorter boy was now outright glaring at him. "Lietman, I am warning you, one more toe out of line and I will ignore your challenge of my position and put you down right here."
Silence spread through the cafeteria. No one was laughing anymore; if things escalated past this point, then there was going to be a full on Ability-powered brawl on their hands, and it was between two lieutenant-class students. Some people very quickly and silently made for the exit. Others stood and watched with bated breath, while some in the sidelines got ready to intervene. One man approached Harold silently. "Dude, let's step out of this real quick okay? You're a bit too close for comfort here."
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Henrietta waved goodbye at her friends. They were headed off to their respective rooms, fully satisfied with the work they had completed today. "Heh, we did a good job. They _might_ have actually learned something today," she said. It might have been mocking, but there was a hint of familiar affection in her tone. She turned to the only remaining person in the library.
"Well Tim, I've got to go now, but if you ever need me for something or just want to talk, stop by my classroom or the Orchestra room. It was really, really, really nice to meet you, by the way. I haven't had anyone new to talk to in _years_. "
Suddenly she leaned forward and gave Timothy a slight peck on the cheek.
"And there's your well deserved reward. See you!" With a wink, Henrietta left the library without giving Timothy any time to respond. The librarian looked like she nothing unusual had happened and carried on with her work.
Sure go ahead and post as CS :3
Henrietta giggled. "Oh, a poet are you? Well, I might just want to check those out sometime. I'm interested to know just what are the subjects of your master pieces," she said teasingly.
Henrietta was mildly amused with Poppy's little outburst, and would have offered to give some advice on getting a boyfriend (lord knows she was good at that) but Poppy had already up and left. The girl pouted a bit but decided to let hew go. "Well, if you have to. Stop by the Orchestra room sometime. I'm the head of the club, as well as the head of the Beautification Committee, so if you ever want to have a talk with me, just stop on over, okay?" she said, with a smile that promised great things if she did so.
The girl turned to Timothy. "Now, you were saying something about helping us out with our journal write-up? Let's see, you can handle Bill and Lily over there, and I'll help Misha and Ronda. That way we've got an even split, okay?"
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Michael grinned, seemingly oblivious to her vitriol. "Not a prank and not looking for allies; places to hide however . . ."
The seniors snickered in the background. It was always like this with him, it was why the higher years stopped wearing skirts; if you looked closely, all the girls who were third year or older were wearing jeans. Skirts meant shadows and shadows meant places where Rezzo could suddenly pop-up. It was also the reason they stopped wearing large jackets.
Michael continued. "Anyway, I gotta hide from Anderson and what's-his-face. I have no idea _why_ they think I should be the judge of there fight bu-"
_"Michael!"_ shouted a voice from the entrance. The young man made a face and promptly melted into the shadow of his trench-coat.
A voice came from the _inside _of Thisa's jacket collar. "Please keep quiet and don't tell him I'm here. It would suck if he found me, and I really don't want to have to hide all the way in the dorms."
Meanwhile, a tall young man with dirty blonde hair stormed into the room, accompanied by a black haired boy who looked a few years younger than him. The blonde had an impatient look on his face and was swiveling his head here and there. The people in the cafeteria reigned in their laughter, but it was a _fairly _poor job.
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**Time Left Until Meeting: 3h : 5m : 20s**
A group of students gathered around a certain spot in the training grounds. There was a lot of cheering and the raw enthusiasm of the crowd was overwhelming. The reason for this was obvious: Two of the three rank 8's, the second highest ranking in the school, were engaged in a sparring match.
Well, it was a sparring match to them, but to everyone else, they were engaged in serious combat. The power coming from their blows was no joke, and the crowd kept a good distance away from them to avoid being injured.
Shelly Harttman, an adept Avatar user was defending the rapid and powerful attacks from Anya Einstein. The third and last rank 8, Hansel Harttman was watching in the sidelines.
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